/// Giovanna had not been prepared
when Sofia, her BFF, Shared
Correspondance received
from the boy who’d deceived
them both. (Had he been smart, he’d be scared.)

/// Carlo’s words were romantic. Exciting.
How he longed for the thrill of “uniting.”
The two took turns reading
his begging and pleading.
He’s a fool to have put it in writing.

/// The love notes which to each girl he’d written
had identical parts: “Dearest Kitten.”
The two friends did not fight.
They approached him that night
and both smote he who claimed he was smitten.

/// Both agreed that no man on this Earth
could destroy what their friendship was worth.
They were not even mad,
but were grateful and glad
they’d compared notes (and not given birth).