Day 23--Free-for-all Poem

Prom Date
My prom date sits here all tuxedoed
His cummerbund matches his slacks
He's here on my couch
With his stance in a crouch
While my father holds forth with the ax.

I cannot believe these, my parents
They've embarrassed me almost to death
Mom shoots snap after snap
Dad's sword in his lap
And the only thing worse is bad breath.

I think when I go to get married
I'll go off to a far-away place
I won't take my peeps
As they give me the creeps
I'll elope and avoid the red face