Written for OLWG# 214
The night I married Rosalee Acuff,
the moon shone a bloodshot red, so
the gipsy woman told us to go
or give it all up.
We had a short window.
We were young
We were impulsive
We were useless
The night I married Rosalee Acuff,
we were up till almost midnight fuckin’ around and drinking.
We wrote a list consisting
exclusively of pros and cons.
We had a short window.
We were young
We were impulsive
We were useless
The night I married Rosalee Acuff,
I convinced her that we should find
an Elvis impersonator to bind
us together – till death do us part.
We had a short window.
We were young
We were impulsive
We were useless
The night I married Rosalee Acuff,
We had a short window
We were young
We were impulsive
This week’s prompts were:
- bloodshot moon
- I should go
- chip away
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