There She Goes

There goes—
Drop Dead Good Lookin’,
Moving fast, sumthing’s cookin’,
Why won’t she go out with me?
I’m here—
Sittin’ Still Thinkin’ Hard
Brain’s full, not all lard,
Why don’t she go out with me?
Come back!
Drop Dead Good Lookin’,
Let’s make a sure bookin’,
And let’s go hit the street?
But I’m—
Sittin’ Still Thinkin’ Long
How you must got me wrong,
Doncha think we could meet?
And,
There she goes—
Drop Dead Good Lookin’,
Moving free, proud and unshooken,
How you make the nighttime shine!
I’ll be—
Sittin’ Still Thinkin’ A Plan
No foolin’, something grand:
Like, how about you be mine?
Yet off she goes—
Drop Dead Good Lookin’,
Moving fast, sumpin’s cookin’,
Maybe someday she’ll go out with me.
Or not.

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on June 2, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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