they met
they danced
they talked
they shagged
She didn’t call
He didn’t answer
He thought of her in Portugal
while she was in New York
She got off on the memory
and it upset her equilibrium
She found his card ‘the little turd
but called him 'just the same
He said: I do, we did
I'm glad you called
She said: I know
I’m glad - that you were there
He said: would you…
She said: I would, I will, I do
They were happy ever after
But ever after what
After she had had the courage
to call him when she did
Sean Joyce
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-ever-after-indelicate/
