
blue, mine. Three, red, dad’s. Why did/
he grab the blue one?
He wondered how it/
would feel to be acknowledged/
as the too-short friend.
OR
He wondered how it/
would feel to be acknowledged/
as the overlooked love.
She wants poems from me/
but she’s in love with him. What’s/
wrong with this picture?
What should a man do/
when he knows she’s another’s,/
but he can’t leave her?
At the appointed hour,
I waited,
as she had requested,
at her doorstep.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
I’m just glad
I left
before he brought
her back home
and she
invited him
in.
It is always a/
huge thrill when she views me, and,/
then, such a let down.
Sung to the tune of “Another Saturday Night” by Sam Cooke, also sung by Cat Stevens and others
Another Saturday night/
and I’m stuck on Facebook!/
I forgot an event/
(but I hadn’t paid).
How I wish that I’d gone out hiking*!
I’m in an awful way!
It’s hard on a fella/
when he’s been too long around./
I’ve dated all the honeys/
and all they want is money./
I’m gonna have to blow this town.
(Chorus)
*dancing
A brother once told me/
he knew a sister who was so fine./
Instead of seeing inner beauty,/
she wants to date a cutey/
with his body that is so divine.
Ohhhh (Chorus)
*eating
I stumbled and I fell bad;/
consumed with worldly lusts./
I truly have repented,/
but I may as well be dead/
because they feel no trust.
OOOhh (Chorus)
*to anything!
Gosh darn it all to/
Heck! I forgot to wish you/
Happy Valentine’s!
Since he didn’t know /
what was revealed to her, he/
wished she would tell him.
He learned, sadly, that/
black-fleeced rams are not welcome/
in her blue sandbox.