Kind of a Gangster

He is kind of a gangster, our daughter told the family We were set up to wonder about her man, Lee He was not an angel, but he had brilliant dreams Wanted to head to California with oceans, not streams They were in a lowbrow motel, not a great place to meet He used terms like “baby” and “darling”, wasn’t that sweet? The moonlight that evening was coral, a wonderful sight! My husband got out a cigarette, Lee offered him a light. I looked for tattoos, because his hair was rather calm and tame. She gave him a kiss, and called him a romantic pet name He did nothing to bother or concern us, we liked him a lot! They stayed together thirty-two years and they never fought