Penny's Inbox
To: Penny
From: Stan
Subject : Re:Got You!

Oh Pen, you've taken so much trouble
Just to explode the pretty bubble
Of Stan's Nat-fantasy. You star!
You've trudged round to the registrar,
And trawled through every tedious list
To prove your Stan a fantasist
Who hasn't given hand and name
To Nat. Well, fantasy's a game
That Pen the realist must disparage,
But try to see my bubble-marriage
As more than baseless fabrication,
Less untruth than extrapolation
From a striking spammy email
Found in my inbox, offering female
Partners of the juiciest kind
From Eastern Europe. Well - Stan's mind,
You know, will always speed along
(His fantasy's still wild and strong)
And soon I had the girl Natalia
There in my thoughts, so sweet, so mallea-
ble, so nice, so fond of me
That she became reality.
(Or good as). And, I must admit,
I hoped I'd make my Pen a bit
Jealous, to recognise her Stanley
As quite sufficiently suave, manly,
And handsome to attract a wife
Of twenty-one to share his life.
It worked! Pen whizzed her little car
At top speed to the registrar
To prove her Stan has not enriched
His life by once more getting hitched.

But when you knew that I was free,
You offered to meet up with me!
Oh Penny, let me firmly state, you're
Good, with a forgiving nature.
I was not perfect, I admit,
And messed your life more than a bit,
But after all of this, you sweet,
You've made suggestion we should meet.
Well done. The sex once called the gentle
Is now more often the judgmental,
But you've shown you can rise above
Dull blame of him you used to love,
And who loved you. Let's meet at Gino's
And over cooling cappuccinos
Chatter as we used to do.
Shall we say Thursday? Half past two?