My son asked a girl to his senior prom. As he did so, I wrote him this limerick. (No, he didn’t use it!)

“Will you go to Prom with me?”/
begs for romantic poetry./
Just for fun,/
forward this on/
and complete the linguistic symmetry!

Your pushme-pullyou/
stance leaves me with no real clue/
if you want to dance.

On some body parts,/
medicated powder is/
never ever used.

As much as I try/
to change and arrange things, it’s/
always, still, your dance.

If you’re brave,
pho can be microwaved
says Dave,
The King
of pho microwav …
ing

You could IM me,
and we could talk deeply
about things that bother you,
and when we are through
you’ll relax completely.

That you live your life/
so full of regret is what/
you should most regret.