For My Next Valentine, Part 2
Why am I thinking of King Cake
Wreathed in a tether of flowers
I much prefer being on my iphone
I could just stay on here for hours
Oh there’s that boy from New Orleans
He’s been here for quite a while
He’s not all that bad looking
Maybe should put him in the Maybe File
Isn’t there someone out there for me
Who too likes long walks and talks
A guy who’d love me for being me
And not a toy to be kept in a box
Oh such a silly text from Sally
About that party last June
Yes, we should get together
And it probably ought to be soon
LOL, TTYL, and LUMOA.
Now time to say hi to Dad
Tell him I’m making the next Dean’s List
I love how he’s so supportive, and glad
That I’m my own true person—
Talented, thrifty, and pretty nice;
Cuz today’s awesome women
Are so much more than sugar and spice!
And still there’s that boy from New Orleans
He’s been here for more than a while
He’s not all that bad looking—
Maybe I could hazard one smile?
Posted on February 13, 2021, in Poem and tagged away at college, college, Dean's List, fathers and daughters, flowers, independent women, iPhone, LUMOA=Love You Most Of All, Mardi Gras King Cake, New Orleans, Valentine's Day, young love. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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