You and I are friends; and friends are we.
So even though I know just what you’ll say…
Manar, will you please go to prom with me?
In AcDec sophomore year, Mark kicked my knee
and teased ’til I would, like a burro, bray,
“Manar and I are friends; just friends are we.”
I said the same to Coach, amused to see
that I would go to visit every day.
And now I ask you, “Go to prom with me.”
It’s strange for me to count the years up: three.
I’m glad – though now we don’t talk every day -
that you and I’ve stayed friends; that friends are we.
I thought to bring a girl who’s more “carefree”…
But no. After a year or two’s delay,
I’ll still be glad you came to prom with me.
And though you deserve a better-written plea,
(I don’t write quite like you, not near half-way…)
since you and I are friends, since friends are we,
Manar, would you please go to prom with me?
