Pinkie Swear Ii
A boy can drop everything for girls, his initial joy,
kissing lips, most now only playing, quickly run,
some take upsets very weakly except you, Zebulon.
~//~
T he little boy always brought his toy truck
H e had many kinds of toy trucks to share
E very day she would come to the park
B ringing her dollies with their golden hair
I n the age of pureness of five and four
R easoning of nannies who watch this pair
D oes not include what children talk about
S o they sit and read, daydream and stare
A chance to catch forty and not get caught
N odding and squinting and feigning the glare
D ozing off longer and longer each time
T wo bright young angels playing “double dare”
H e with nothing on but his birthday suit
E ven she with just a bow in her hair
B eing “mommy and daddy” from their eyes
E very secret act done with pinkie swear
S uch pureness when lost can never return
~//~
Languishing lurid lives from lost innocence
is not a good thing for grown guys and gals.
Peer pressure pushes the inner conscience,
it curbs, questions, considers and corrals.
Some likely live licentious independence,
others stop, sort out, apply tenets of morals.
© Jul 2011 for Deb Guzzi’s contest.
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