Things Were Getting Cozy

Poem for Writer's Cramp

Things Were Getting Cozy

Things were getting cozy
With that new girl friend of mine
We were snuggling on her couch
It was going fine

On the coffee table
Were crackers and Swiss cubes
I was a little hungry
So I thought I'd make a move

I tried to reach my hand across
To grab a little prize
She gave my hand a wicked slap
Icy were her eyes

My hand was now a wrap of pain
Still I had to say
"I would never touch you Dear
In any untoward way"

She promptly took the tray of snacks
And placed them on her knees
Said she "I don't care what you touch
Just don't take my Swiss cheese!