Narrative Poem: Fizzles

I watched her from afar
Grab his soda can
It seemed a little bizarre
Because this was her man

It was probably meant
To be a silly joke
But from the way it went
It seemed like she wanted to hide in an invisible cloak

He didn’t see her shake it
Because he was looking the other way
But soon after he had a fit
And she didn’t know what to say

As he opened the can
The pressure let out
And her man
Just shout!

The bubbles rocketed all over the place
On his jeans and his shirt
On his hands and even his face!
Sadly, he just looked hurt.

He was all sticky
With the soda goo
And I imagine he felt all icky
And didn’t know what to do

The force of the fizz
Made it shoot ten feet up
Her face was more shocked than his
After the whole blowup

It began to dry
And bubbles to pop
I thought he was going to cry
And I saw her face drop

It was supposed to be funny
And they were supposed to be having fun
But now it wasn’t even sunny
And it was clear they were done