It was a good day to be had, for lunch was longer than normal.
I went to eat a salad and sandwich at Zupas; not too formal.
Darren and Janna and Nikki were there,
I'm no longer popular in Provo, I fear.
Everyone said hello, but not to me,
Nikki wins at life it seems.
Thai peanut salad entered my tummy,
And while I ate I laughed because we're so damn funny.
Backstreet Boys played overhead,
I danced and sang and dreamed of Nick Carter in my bed.
TMI for my family, this poem has crossed that line,
But its ok because thats how I rhyme.
Then lunch had to be over and we said our goodbyes,
And my sandwich fell on the pavement, oh me oh my(s).
(don't worry. i picked it back up and put it in my purse. saved that for later!)
ps we are the dream team