Fruits of her New Town
By Moonlitewriter
The wind blew through
Shaking all in its path of which it blew
One house was lighted
None of the members were ignited
A dirty blonde hair girl
Laying on her bed
On her husbands bare chest, as she smelled an odor anti hurl
Her husband was playing with her hair, twirling it around, making her red.
The girl remembered all her fights
To earn this loving right
She remembered the time kids floated him in the air
and how she got him down and groomed his hair
She remembered when he forgot his homework
she lent him hers and got her self a title called dork
She remembered when he was lonely,
she comforted him gaily
All these times in their youth
and the time of the kissing booth
She remembered her work
to take away his title of dork
and create the title of Best
but none the less, she got Least
Girls started to covet him
but he never needed them
he came across the girl one night
and stared at her teary eyed sight
He bent down on his knees
and filled her with great glee
when he had asked "Would you like to marry me?"
The girl smiled
no kindness of this were ever in her mind this wild
She accepted the ring and hugged him tight
acting if he would take away her rare frights
She remembered the lights
the kiss, the fights
She smiled a toothy smile
and remembered the hurdles which lasted more than a mile
She laid on her husbands chest,
thinking this life was the best
Her fruits of her new town,
her lovely Neville in his new night gown
The wind subisded
and the time they had bided
were spent together in their loving arms
with no annoying alarms
just peace
and peace alone
with the fruits of her new town,
she sat happily and stayed their, the rest of her life.
Moonlitewriter: Neville means New town