To The Beautiful Brunette, Whom He Will Never Ever Forget
I once saw a boy walking down my street,
walking majestic, but quick at the feet.
I slowly turned and caught his eye,
but when he took note, I looked to the sky.
When he passed, he slowed his walk,
then opened the grate, and sat down to talk.
With his silver hair, and his beautfiul face,
he told his story in the simplest pace.
With a comforting hand around my shoulder,
he spoke of the life, the strong and the bolder.
As I stared upon his wonderful gaze,
shining brilliantly amidst the sun's bright rays,
he looked at me, while I blushed back,
staring at his lips, hoping to attack.
But before I could hope, he had arisen,
trapping me in an uttermost prison.
Before we parted, he happily said:
"I will be back, so do not dread."
Opening the grate, with no last farewells,
he wandered away, enchanting me with spells.
Neighbours and children turned in surprise,
as the boy had not been the slightest bit wise,
speaking to the lonely, beautiful breunette,
whom he will never ever forget.