You, Me, and a Bottle of Rum

You, Me, and a Bottle of Rum

It sounded corny, but I told you our love was like a funhouse,
And then I made the mistake of not elaborating, or rather
Not even being able to elaborate on what I meant.

You looked confused, but then you smiled
And made some witty joke about mirrors and
How we seem closer than we appear.

And then I told you I loved you
And held your hair back while you puked,
After which, you smiled and said it resembled
My hair in the morning.

But back to the funhouse:

Was it just me or did our conversation
Start walking on stilts, making that wild frozen grin
Which while meaning something harmless, hilarious even,
Would cause any child in his right mind to shit his pants?