I may have told you once before
How I met your mother
She was standing by the science lab, and I hit her with the door.
She got a terrible black eye, and mascara in the other
I tried to apologize, but she then slapped me in the face
“I meant no harm,” I said, but your mother flounced away.
Of course I followed her, but she proceeded to spray me with mace.
Blinded, I called out, “Perhaps you’d like to have lunch today?”
“But Father, I’ve heard this story twice before, and you’ve changed it a ton!”
“Hush, son! I’m not done!” “But Father—”
“Be quiet! I’m telling you, the story’s only just begun.”
“Well, I was just curious, because if Mother finds out she’ll be quite a bother.”
…And with that, I asked out your mother
She didn’t concede very easily, and her opinions of me varied;
(Comedic poem, end rhyme, internal rhyme)