Light Verse

LIGHT VERSE

PRIORITY

The game raged on. The score was tied
When in the midst, my loved one cried,
"Hey, whatcha got for me to eat?
A hamburger would be a treat."

I fixed his snack with loving care
But tripped and fell behind his chair.
He muttered as he snatched the bun,
"I'll pick you up at half time, hon."

OUTWITTED

These days my mirror shows within,
Assorted lines and creases.
With sagging face and double chin
All thought of glamour ceases.

But do I frown and bow my head
In middle-aged dejection?
Ah, no, I work a charm instead
To alter my reflection.

To see the mirror show my face
As lovely as a lass's
Deny my years, each line erase
I just take off my glasses.

CLASS OF '36.

A face lift? No, no time for that.
A fresh hairdo, a brand new hat
To see you after thirty years?
Would you recall the fight, the tears,
The picnic and a college dance,
The English class, a brief romance?

I mused you'd say, "You're gorgeous still.
This day an unexpected thrill."
You looked at me. Your gaze was bland.
You smiled, politely shook my hand.
You said, "We've met before? It's so?
Hmm, yes. Well, well, what do you know?"

I came back home, kicked off my shoes
Turned on the tube and watched the news.

Story ID:	340
Written by:	Wanda Molsberry Bates (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Manhattan KS USA
Year:	1966