such a sweet boy...

by Maria Francesca

he'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.


Author's Note: *

Posted on 02/25/2007
Copyright © 2024 Maria Francesca

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/25/07 at 04:14 PM

always look on the bright side of life, eh? this is really well written and made chuckle and want to lock my house up reeaal tight at the same time.

Return to the Previous Page

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)