He was a party animal,
she, a wallflower he plucked
from a garden
crawling with bookworms.
When she threw the book at him
for disturbing her peace,
he ended up reading it,
for the bump that
My In-Law is an Outlaw
had left on his frontal lobe
had made him forget himself.
Interesting take on the prompt, as usual – great stuff 🙂
Thank you!!!