A Stroll Down Memory Lane
A long time ago on Lovers Lane
At a young-teen party; pre-teen game
There sat this girl, know not her name
Played “Spin-the-Bottle” just the same
She had the looks; a golden mane
Her eyes were anything but plain
Her lips that I sure hoped to gain
Burnt an image on my brain
I spun the bottle; what a shame
It pointed to this old plain Jane
I kissed plain Jane and what a pain
I felt my luck was on the wane
I spun again to my disdain
This girl looked more like old Mark Twain
I kissed her just to be humane
This game had now become inane
But my next spin; I can’t complain
It landed on my new found flame
My heart could barely take the strain
The pounding beat it did attain
We kissed; I thought I’d gone insane
As all my energy did drain
And with this kiss I did obtain
A reputation quite urbane
I hope this stroll down memory lane
Won’t come across as so mundane
I made it up to entertain
And not for riches or for fame
( I hope this gets me the following emotion)
There once was this poet named Mike
And some of his poems they did like
He beamed with content
With each glowing comment
But not when they said “take a hike”
Mdailey 6/21/11
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