Wasted Moments

                                                                     

He didn't waste a moment,

Dreaming of his special girl.

Her face lit up the room,

Her teeth, the color of pearl.

No, no it wasn't right. It was too cliche. He threw the paper into the trash can, and started typing again. He hated being so wasteful, but he just had to do better. He began to type when he heard a knock at the door. It was his wasted roommate. "Sorry man I forgot my key." After he passed out in the corner, he went back to his poem.

He didn't waste a moment,

Dreaming of his special girl.

She brought him all his favorite treats,

Including ice cream with a swirl.

He read it aloud, and thought that even his wasted roommate would have been more creative, and he was passed out. Just then the phone rang. It was the  pretty girl in apartment 5D. She called to see if he wanted company. Though all the guys were after her, she reminded him of a quarterback he used to know. Winnie had broad shoulders, a thick waist, and very slim hips. Besides, his best girl was coming over in an hour, and he had no time to spare.

She arrived like clockwork with that opalescent, pearly grin. He shyly handed her his poem.

While other gals would fuss and moan,

His best times were with her alone.

No matter what he'd do or say,

She always loved him anyway.

She'd always whisper "Haste makes waste."

While mixing up tomato paste.

He'd look over at her tiny waist

Enjoying every single taste.

Her voice kept playing in his head,

He'd dream about her whilst in bed.

Whenever they spent time away,

He loved her more each Mother's Day.

Overcome with joy Mrs. Bates gave her son Norman a giant hug, before they prepared his wasted roommate's body for burial.