Friday's NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem in the style of a personal ad. I based this on my own shaky dating experience.
Are you out there? Are you “there” at all?
Articulate, contradictory moron seeks naïve, open-minded head-turner. Nutters, nazis, pint-drinkers, smokers, pessimists, illiterates (well, you won't be reading this, will you?) need not apply.