Love Story
Carl & I spent many Mays
roaming the hills on sunny days
fighting pirates, routing thieves
building castles, climbing trees
right though to the breezy fall
when leaves became our rampart wall.
Mid-summer of our sixteenth year
something changed, another sex appeared:
a dirt brunette, and a blonde who tracks
Carl up the hill and back.
Between the two he’ll get to choose,
lucky Carl — he cannot lose.
His eyes are good, he will not miss
her soft blonde hair, the way it twists
and curves like Nature made it do,
and gleams with love in the afternoon.
Then her face he won’t forget —
the chin so soft, yet firmly set
beneath her light blue eyes (those sing
like summer raindrops in the wind).
But I get the girl he leaves behind,
God, I hope that he is blind
and does not love the one that’s blonde:
she’s the girl my dreams are on.
theNakedAtheist 