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
