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
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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