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by Brian Weilert

Kid Love

 

In kindergarten, I fell in love

She had an awesome book bag

I told her so

She was not impressed

 

In 1st grade

My love grew

This time I pulled her hair

She did not get the hint

 

2nd grade-frog gift failed

 

3rd grade a funny love poem about farts… a “no go”

 

4th Grade brought promise

We had the same home room

            A sign from God

I played it cool with a casual, “Hey.”

She didn’t look disgusted by my speaking

I was making progress

 

As a 5th grader things changed

            On her

Though I knew I liked what was happening

It frighten me…

A year of nearly no contact

But my love grew

 

6th grade and I am going to make my move

I am almost an adult now

No more child’s play

I approach, confident, manly

I only get two words outs of my lengthy proclamation of love…

When my voice gives way to that of a little girl

            She laughed

Damaging me for life…

            Maybe

 

Junior high and I fear I will never figure

Her out…

I am running out of time

I may die a bachelor

I really want to have her for my very own

I would love her sooooo much

And hold her sooooo tight she could suffocate

I would be by her side always

ALWAYS

But she just doesn’t seem to get it…

…or want it.

 

 

 

Art of Attraction

 

She sits right behind me during art center

I drop my crayons on the floor

            Green

                        Blue

                                    Yellow

And

 kick them behind me

            so many times

                        that

 

My tree has no leaves

            No branches

                       

My sky no clouds

            No smiling sun

 

But as I turn to pick them up

            Slowly

I look up and she smiles

 

            And I don’t give a shit about my picture

 

 

 

New Girl

 

I saw the new classmate by the monkey bars

            She was super-hot…

for a girl

If cooties did indeed infest the opposite sex,

            I was sure she was immune.

 

I knew the other suave savages

            would make haste to rendezvous with the Georgia peach

                        Did I mention she was from Savannah?

I needed to act first

            I needed to capture her affections before the others

                        I needed a master plan

                                    A plan from the mind of a sophisticated lover

                                                Not a third grader….

Think….think

            When it came to me

I just knew

I had watched my older brother and his friends

            The action often left them laughing…seemingly closer

It would take precise hand-eye coordination…

                        Something I had yet to master

I approached…dazzled by her beauty

            Sure that her affections would soon be mine

Before she turned to greet me

            My hands shot out

Fingers poised to pinch

            A direct hit on her nipples

                         as I screamed, “Purple Nurples!”

 

Three days later

            I am still at home

I hear she is dating Larry.

 

 

A Poem for Maybelle

 

A Poem for Maybelle

I see you at lunch

            White milk

                        Not chocolate

I’m intrigued

 

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