Extraordinary
I see him standing in the rain,
this debonair and handsome Dane.
He says, "I don't know if I dare
to ask a lovely rose, so rare
to join me for a bite to eat."
I answer shyly, "That would be neat."
Then happily we watch a toad,
playing leap-frog on the road.
We go to lunch and I take note,
that on his handsomeness I dote.
I giggle a bit I don't deny,
when he drops gravy on his tie.
5/17/12 For Catie's Word game contest
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