So while I drove my little and planned his fantasy night of how I was going to give Otter the key to my soul (his words, not mine), I silently panicked and wrote lines of bad poetry. Normally, I am quite adept at writing poems and lyrics to songs I'l never sing, but this stuff was just atrocious. For example:

I love you
You love me
Thank God for that
I'm so happy

And Ty's personal favorite (which he helped me on):

Otter! Otter! Otter!
Don't lead cows to slaughter
I love you and I know
I should've told you soon-a
But you didn't buy the dolphin-safe tuna!

TY asked me if I got the hidden message in his poem. I told him it was loud and clear.