The kid was shouting enthusiastically: Mary!Mary!! Mary!!
As he had discovered America, or maybe a big berry
Of unbelievable beauty, hidden in his trembling hands.
But, a real wonder if one would not kick his ass:
Crazy, stupid, defect little postman without compass!
His elder neighbor asked him to be very, very discreet.
The kid stepped upon, abused and suddenly picked
The letter: before knowing the good and clear directions.
So, destiny turned all one's love into tragic reflections.
How was this possible? He has given the letter to his sister,
A big brown eyed, who laughed a lot thinking I missed her.
The addressee was a person with freckles and fair hair in curl...
If you want to know, the constellation of beauty of one girl
Was depicted by the young poet, but -arrived in the hands
Of another girl, whose mother found some impediments
To the supposed date: Only a smile, as she explained:
You have to wait to grow up and it would be a little strained
To play such a dangerous game, even for a brave boy like you.
I am not sure the play of love like a strong disease might be new.
Certainly your attempt was kind, enjoyable and very funny.
But, dear of Mary is too child to ask her a date, honey!
Beautiful letter, indeed; but is that really all you have to offer?
Her cousin is a little too old for you, able to make you suffer:
Imagine a cat sharpening her claws on o vulnerable young tree.
The cousin of Mary chirruped, chirruped, ready to agree:
We certainly would meet sometimes, after a few years,
But who could be sure if the same, and no change appears.
Mary and her cousin chirruped, chirruped and laughed a lot
But Mary`s mother took the letter: The crime can be forgot.
That was her reasonable advice and what she really thinks:
You have to fear of fire, women and other dangerous things.
Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2016