Wingman
by joetwo
Upon the day of Valentine
I think that it would be a crime
Not to thank the men who tire
So fledgling romance will catch fire
So many future joys depend
On your wingman, bosom friend
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He’s man for when your eye
Your future bride close by does spy
He sets to work like a blood hound
To prepare for you the ground
Asking questions, builds rapport
Holding open the door
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But that is not the end of it
Wingmen have to face the pit
The future bride’s troop of “friends”
Working for malicious ends
For all intents they are sent
Our eager lovers union to prevent
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Our wingmen works, bold and brave
His friend’s chances for to save
Fights with word and cheesy grin
Not confident that he could win
Yet he, by luck wins their affection
inveigled like a yeast infection
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But if you think it is that easy
You’ve got another think sonny
One won’t budge, not a good looker
Dressed up like an old blind hooker
Yet to come to his dear friend’s aid
Our wingman jumps on this grenade
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He suffered dearly, worked like a horse
So true love could take its course
And when the wedding days come through
The very least that you can do
Is make this fellow your best man
Ample reward for a wingman
very good, Joe, through & through. My teenage son’s learning that, with a bad wingman, you’ll end up crashing & burning together! Here’s wishing you success with your VD – Valentine’s Day, that is.
Should be ok! The doctor says the injections are working! Oh you mean Valentine’s day! ;P Should be fun!