kity kat child
it started out, nothing less than,
a normal day
home from work but, work awaits,
pantry running low on
vittles and fixings
so i jump in the old truck,
headed over to the ‘piggly wiggly’
i’ll be kidding if i say that
i wasn’t smitten
right there at the 4-way stop.
sunlight beamed on the definition
with the top down,
in a ‘76 jimmy.
i blew the horn
she blew me a smile
my heart flittered something wild,
she sped away,
kicking up dust... i read her tag,
it said: ’kity kat child’
days to come i’ll here,
down at the ’bucket of blood’,
of this new girl in town, she’s wickedly-wild,
i knew it was her, this ’kity kat child’.
oh i searched high and low,
no one know... she was a mystery,
an intrigue, a 'femme fatale' ghost.
lipstick note appeared,
written on pool room wall,
’didn’t want to lose my heart
to the 'catfish' spied at the 4-way stop,
so i had to skedaddle - k.k.c.
Copyright © David MaxOptimism | Year Posted 2018