Revised sonnet #100
At open mike nights foisted funny folks
I felt us soul mates moment good or bad
A little later we told better jokes
Our suppers canneloni latest fad
In meeting parents first I feared a hoax
The mothers quips quite corny stale and sad
The fathers chimed in laughter loud till croaks
Embarrassed boy I saw it made me mad
The picture posed a wooden wedded bliss
It was your cookie cutter style ersatz
A cottage picket fence and fluffy cats
It undermined as well wild way wed kiss
I hid the facts I halved the broken home
As minor puerile stole a garden gnome
Chorus home abode dwelling
