(Yeah, I know. I blame the alcohol.)
Anyway, it was unanimous among those who participated in my Manhattan-induced poll. Allow me to apologize in advance.
Seriously, I'm so sorry. (Not for the picture. It's adorable. For the poem. It's dreck.)
If . . .
If I gave you a flower, would you be my friend?
Would you write a sweet email, and then click on "send"?
Would you laugh at my jokes and pretend that you care?
If I forgot to wear pants, would you try not to stare?
If I asked you to swim, would you jump in my pond?
If I wound up in jail, would YOU post my bond?
If I cooked you a meal, would you act like it's good?
Even if it doesn't taste quite like it should?
If I gave you a flower, would that be enough?
Or do I have to come up with money and stuff?
*Possibly of my whole writing career. . .