I have a very good friend back home,
We know each other for a while.
I think we said something stupid at the same time,
In the library.
One day she found a wonderful man,
Her dream.
Then he asked her if she slept with another man,
In the kitchen, making healthy dinner from new complicated cookbook in the middle of second week.
He was waiting to find out if she is the right one.
Of course, automatically she sad "no".
Right in some way, because once she slept with a pig.
Before the big night, was evening in my house.
We needed blood, were to get it at night?
She mention she forever will be single, then some puppy, going insane a bit,
Completely in love.
Then I thought what else is red.
Only ketchup and paint we didn't have.
We got a giant bottle of ketchup and wine
From 24 hours supermarket,
I think I was writing something...
Next time when I visited her at her home,
Were was the lovely night, bought cake in shape of white heart, white chocolate cream.
Ketchup was everywhere,
On a couch, chairs, walls, bed,
Why on his head?
I don't know what would happen,
If she didn't get that night pregnant.
He said, he doesn't remember what happened,
Was sick for a week, but happy and fully believes.
Now their daughter is big,
And guess her name...
