Good news for people who hate bad poetry.

On the up side, Coworker X and I are still on speaking terms (despite my best efforts yesterday to sabotage any chance of me ever finding a boyfriend)...on the down side, however, X is now sending me his poetry to read.

Now I appreciate the modern sensitive male as much as the next gal-but nothing is worse than PRETENDING to like bad poetry because you are desperately attracted to the author.

I would post his latest poem about friendship here-but I don't want to scare off the 7 readers I have left...you'll thank me later.