Sometimes you want more than just a meal. Sometimes you need a little spice in your life. Sometimes you need to play the poem game. A place like Ft. Wayne, Indiana can have that affect on you. Maybe it’s the blistering cold, or the wind that makes in colder. Maybe it’s the four day roadtrip that makes you glad to get back to Bismarck, but somewhere along the way you get real hyped for some poem game.
Before I begin, I want to make it perfectly clear that these poems are not copyrgithed or anything. Steal these, rewrite em, use em. Why not? If I help someone out there discover their gift of charm and use it to thier advantage, great. Nothing would delight me more!
Now, where was I? Oh yea. So, we got to IHOP a couple of days ago for a game day breakfast. I am personally a fan of the Rooty Tooty meal, so I ordered one. You know the Rooty Tooty. 2 eggs, 2 bacon, 2 suasage, 2 ham slices, hash browns and 2 fruit covered pancakes. So sweet and delicious. While waiting for my food, I decided that I would try my hand at the poem game. I mean, success was not really the goal here, but entertainment was at a premium so I decided to give it a go. I asked our server for a pen and got to work.
Here’s what I came up with:
Last night I stepped off the plane
In a random place called Ft. Wayne
Then at breakfast I saw a beautiful dame
And tried to read her Ihop nametag for a name
Like my Rooty Tooty you look so sweet
The type of girl I’d like to meet
Just like the breakfast on my tray
You could be the most important part of my day
We’re here to play hoops, our game’s tomorrow
And I’ll surely be filled with sorrow
If I gave you tickets to the game — to go
And you turned them down with a quick ‘no!’
Come to our game tomorrow?
I asked our server to hand it to one of the other servers as two of my teammates looked on. We were all giddy to see what would happen. At the very least entertainment was sure to follow.
Our server handed it to the target who we clearly heard say “No way!”
We then watched closely as she read it and smiled and laughed. We continued to watch as she invited EVERY SINGLE EMPLOYEE in the building over to take a read. Seriously, she even had the cooks come out of the kitchen to gander at the poem. The whole show and tell process took a good ten minutes. We were starting to become impatient.
Finally, our server returned with a little note and handed it to me.
“I can’t I have to work! Sorry. (Heart) Staci
Good luck at your game!”
Shucks, not even a witty response. I didn’t really mind it, but my teammates were annoyed by the lack of a response. They called her over to the table.
“Hold on girl. This aint how the poem game works. You gotta write a poem back,” one of them chimed in.
“I’m not good at poetry though. I’m sorry,” such admitted.
“Well then you gotta leave a phone number or an email address or a myspace or something.”
She laughed and walked away. They still were not content though. They called her back over again. I remained silent. My entertainment was growing. I decided to just take it in.
“Look. I didn’t even write it, he did. But I feel embarrsassed for him. You’re just gonna be like that huh?”
She broke down and wrote on the same piece of paper as the rejection:
“myspace name trixie”
It wasn’t a lot, but it was the most we were going to get out of this. We let it go and went back to the hotel where we immediately searched for and found her on myspace. I mean, why not? We were still real bored with nothing else to do. This is the message we sent:
Subject: Poem Game!!!
Message: What’s going on? Sorry we came on so strong today while you were working, but sometimes I just feel compelled to write a poem.
Anyways, you should let us know whats up for tomorrow night. It’s friday, and it looks like you like to go out and everything. We will definitely try to head out tomorrow so just hollar.
Also, check me out at:
After we sent this message we figured it would be the end. We would be called stalkers, which was fine, and we would go about our lives.
Well, a couple hours later I got this:
“Hey! Im actually really suprised to hear from you. Wasnt expecting that. Its okay about what happened today. Sorry if I came off mean or a bitch to you guys. We get a lot of guys come in and try to mess with you while your working n I just dont have a lot of patience for that. You guys seemed really cool though. What time is that game tomorrow because i talked to my girlfriend and if we get off work in time to go to your game, im so down to go. So I guess just lemme know whats up. I thought the poem was really sweet, so since I forgot to say thank you, thank you.”
I guess in the end, the poem is always a successful tool. I mean I guess I didn’t have intention of dating this girl or anything, just wanted to invite her to the game. I’m still not sure if she came or not, but we had fun on a day when no fun was to be had. I have a feeling that we will be doing this all the time.