The final poem in the pre-Troubadour series is by Helena Nelson, founder and editor of HappenStance press. It is very much in the spirit of her wonderfully quirky and deliciously, irreverantly playful pamphlet Unsuitable Poems.
Like
I was like Read this poem
He was like You must be joking
I was like Pleeeease
He was like Fancy a drink?
I was like Get lost
He was like I really like you
I was like Read this poem then
He was like Do I have to?
I was like Yes
He was like Omigod she means it
I was like Shutupandreadit
He was like Gimme the poem
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I was like Did you like it?
He was like What was that about?
I was like What did you think?
He was like It was like, like…
I was like That’s the point
He was shocked, like.
Amy Jo Philip 
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