I’ve just moved to the big city Neighbors so polite They invite me to their house They have alcohol, I get wasted Fall asleep in the bathtub It’s the strangest When I wake up back in my bed There’s a girl laying next to me Her hair is bright red I look to the other way A pineapple on the island “Tropical fruit, oh tropical fruit How dost thou sit upon mine counter Withn’t a quandary of thought” I jot in my journal The day continues, I meet the girl So kind and gorgeous We might just hit it off I ask her to dinner She replies affirmative We continue in our relationship We begin traditions that may last a lifetime If this next date goes well It’s a bit cliche, ring in champagne “But if an item may appear to be intact Why would one go about mending it” A fun Shakespearean twist to an old phrase She sees the ring I pop the question Everyone in the room looks to us As if we know what to say It’s a difficult question With a quick, painful answer And now all I’m left with Is the dreadful silence