Member Poem

She said she was bored
so we went to the circus
but she hated clowns

so we went for art
but she thought the gallery
was full of posers.

We went to the park
but the trees were the wrong kind
and the grass too green.

A coffee date failed
when the menu had typos
and no ham salad.

Finally, we went
each on our separate ways.
Hers were all boring.