such a sweet boy... by Maria Francescahe's a sweet boy -
so polite,
so nice,
so willing to help out
so I haven't an idea
what all this fuss is all about;
all these cops and news reporters,
all these passers-by and gawkers
all the creepy accusations
from these fabulists and squawkers;
so he keeps some lonely hours
so his chipper's painted red
so the smells are kind of funny
from that lovely flower bed;
so the noises are unpleasant
as they echo from his cellar
(rather like the screams of women)
-still, he's such a pleasant fella,
always hanging 'round my doorstep
always there to lend a hand
always peeking through my window -
so concerned,
that sweet young man!
and if I were ten years younger
he would surely turn my head;
such a shame about his family-
I heard they wound up dead -
how unfortunate
how tragic -
that poor boy has been through heck!
and he tells me all about it
as his hands enclose my neck,
and what lovely hands they are-
what a firm and manly grasp
what a tender look he gives me
as he steals my final gasp. 01/31/2006 Author's Note: *
Posted on 02/25/2007 Copyright © 2023 Maria Francesca
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