Heya, fellow steemians and otakus! It's me again, for another [Poetic Short Story] titled, "The Gift"
Stahn have a problem. His face looked really solemn. I asked what's the matter. He spoked, and his saliva splattered!
Dear Stahn, could you not drown me? You're worried, I could see. But nothing's gonna happened, even if you're expression deepened.
Oh so it's about your wife? Afraid of a little strife? Relax, I'm just kidding! I'm at your service, your bidding. So it's about a gift? You're anniversary's close, and don't know what to give? No need to worry too much! You're friend here have the patch.
Ever thought of a romantic dinner? Or how about taking her on a spinner? You don't need to think that hard. You'll be okay if you play the right card. That's right! Let your wife see your caring side. And just make her feel special. Like she can star in a commercial. See how simple it is? I'm sure you're wife will be please.
The secret is sincerity. And not be slowed by pity. And so Stahn went home. Disappearing like a fume. I could only smile wryly. And hope that everything goes smoothly.
The End