I Wanna Kiss You Too
If only you knew
how it made me feel
every time you kissed her.
What happened to our deal?
Remember when I gave you
my cookies and milk?
And you twirled my curls
said they felt like silk?
Then she comes along
with her sweetness and roses,
When were in the sandbox
and she's all winks and poses.
Now I'm gonna cry,
'cause I wanna kiss you too,
If you don't stop
I'm tellin' on you.
'Cause my dad said
you can't do that to me,
He'll talk to yer dad
in our back alley.
One last chance is
all yer gonna get,
so kick her to the curb
and I promise not to fret.
Then back to the sandbox
just you and me,
And if she plays real nice,
she can come watch me.
From across the playground
that's as close as she'll stand,
'cause I'll never again
trust her not to steal my man.
(This poem was based on a photo of three little 3 year olds sitting on a stoop.
approximately sometime in the fifty's. One boy sitting between two girls. the girl getting the
kiss is dressed in a pretty dress, black shiny shoes. The other little girl who's looking on in
dismay, with her little nose all wrinkled up has more of a rag-a-muffin look to her. So this
was my vision of what the rag-a-muffin girl was thinking and feeling.)
Copyright © Christine Wessels | Year Posted 2007
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