I finished writing this and thought to myself, “uuummmh, young man, what cheap drugs are you on?” Well, poetry isn’t my forte, so excuse me for this one coming out as amateurish…though my high-school teacher would be proud. I could barely rhyme stool with cool…oh wait..ummh, okay bye! Just read and critique. *walks away*
She walks outside my kitchen window,
Gorgeous in dress, resplendent yellow.
Sweeping in seamless flow
Screaming “BEAUTY” wherever she may go.
I want to know, desperately so,
What makes her shine, what makes her glow?
Even in the face of her foes
But it’s a secret she keeps hidden beneath her bows.
Her bows, delightful and shiny
Keeping her locks held up tiny
Yet neatly and rustic.
Just enough to hold me
Gazing, wondering, how fantastic.
She’s the girl next door,
One whose mum is such a bore
My heart out to gore
Just to get me off her floor
Her glow, I will follow.
Her scent I will spoor
Her laugh I will record
Till a story will be told
Of an ensnared man, now old,
Still after his gold.