A Rainy Spring Weekend
So, have you decided to come on over
And do some boy and girl things:
Consume Moon Pies while making eyes
Listening to records as the hippy gypsie sings?
We could walk down to the gulch;
Maybe even while holding hands,
Traipsing along while wrenching a song
From one of our favorite rock and roll bands.
I like the Stones and Zeppelin.
Yeah, Taylor Swift is totally cool—
I like ‘Blank Space’ and her girly-girly face,
Just wisht she’d finally find a suitable fool.
But, down pours them Spring rains
And our Sophomore finals are coming fast.
My Dad says I have to make A’s,
So seems Sunday’s schedule is cast.
Maybe next weekend you can visit
And we’ll do boy and girl stuff—
Laughing at jokes like regular folks;
Seems these weekends are never long enough.
Posted on May 17, 2015, in Poem and tagged "Blank Space", A's, boys and girls, Dad, exams, finals, grades, gulch, holding hands, jokes, Led Zeppelin, making eyes, Moon Pies, parental expectations, rain, regular folks, rock and roll, rock and roll bands, Rolling Stones, singing, Sophomore, Spring, Sunday's, The Who, walk, weekends, young love. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.