In Which I Emerge Rumpled And Blushing From The Theater

I feel like I've just come home from a date

I went on once before, decades ago.

This time around the guy proved, ere too late,

A dimmer version, prettier but so

Much not my type it's laughable. Yet I

Let him grope at me, kiss me, fumble at

My bra strap and my skirts there on the sly

Within the darkened theater, but when that

Quite witless fella pledged undying love

I couldn't help but laugh. The older one

Seduced me once with robot owls, one of

My cherished memories, but still just fun.

So when it comes to Titans Clashing, I'm

A bit 'shamed to admit I'd a good time.