Late night in the market, I see a father's son.
He tugs his daddy’s pants. I hear him say,
"Daddy, look. Look and see." (there’s no one there but me)
I want to thank the boy that made this not-so-young gal's day
With "See the pretty lady!" Dad turns red. They rush away.
(Well, this was a while back, when I was blonde. haha)
For the COMPLIMENTS Poetry Contest of Frank H.