I wrote a sonnet about the throuple from House Hunters

My first poetry teacher hated my work. I didn’t care because his poetry was always about a river, which I thought was pretty fucking basic for a middle-aged dude whose shirts had more storage capacity than my’89 Mazda 323. That glorious vehicle was the muse for my poems, which is to say, we all have a river. Right now my river is House Hunters.

Season 167, Episode 7 Three is No Crowd in Colorado

In Colorado Springs love springs in threes

Lori will make a home, his, hers, hers, ours

Brian wants to gaze at peaks beyond trees

For Geli a white kitchen, a roof over cars

In vain to dream a master with three sinks?

Office with a view, a yard where kids run?

Sophisticated neighbors, nobody blinks

Feign boredom at this union, three as one

Three people, two budgets, Brian finds room

For a half million dollar property

Geli and Lori foretell fiscal doom

Broke and no white kitchen, calamity!

Lori and Brian urge Geli, you choose,

A half mil it is, our money to lose.