Allow me, if you will, this one tiny
Benefit of the doubt; convey to me
Again with either a nod or a shake of your
Head whether what I say is true or false.
In your eyes the best plan for me, your close
Friend, one that you've known for seventeen years
To date, is to sit center stage, middle
of the road, while I wait for who knows
How long, to see a woman I just met,
With the knowledge that she despises me
Revolving in my head, in the hopes that
She might hit me with an automobile,
At the speed of fifty miles an hour; all
For the sake of discovering whether
A supposed idea, no, foolish idea,
That I hold stupidly in the palm of
my heart; hand! you want me to risk my own
Life, for a woman I met over a
Two pence cup of tea?
To say the least, yes.
And if she hits me?
She loves you not.
But,
Supposing she doesn't notice me, clips
Me on the side, mortally wounds me, then
Tells me that she loves me while I die in
Her arms?
That would be ideal!
I didn't think you had such stuff in you!
Are you
Blooming mad?
No, I've passed my spring; now
Like the dainty tortoise I creep along,
Slowly but surely, painfully even.
But would that I were blooming mad. To be
Again in the springtime of love, pulling
Pedals off of young girls, smelling their
Hair, such a wistful thought brings me back to
The bounding hare summers I once had! Back
When the violets adored my eyes, the
Rose my face, and the towering oak tree,
My body; when I couldn't help but take
Notice. Ah, such days! You are very much
Lucky my dear boy!
Would that they were gone!
And now to hear springtime dandelions
Moaning away in the middle of a
Brilliant may, the disgrace boy! Why evry
Boy in all of twelve counties would sit right
There, in the middle of that road, just to
Have a chance at answering the question
That you've been probing!
Then let them.
How now,
Have you lost your nerve? Gotten cold feet? Pah!
How would you feel if the happiest hour
Of your life was suddenly intruded
Upon by the tremulous announcement
That the woman you love, body, heart, mind,
And soul, was to be married in three days?
Exhilarated! And, to show it, I
Would kiss her squarely in the mouth!
By Jove...
Not Jove my dear boy, by me and for me!
Though I'd thank God for everything else; shh!
Now I hear her car coming round the bend,
You'd better get in place or she'll pass
You by.
But what good will it do?
Who knows!
Only you can determine that, after
You've done it! Come on now, chin up my friend.
Do you remember how she glanced your way?
How she pouted when you couldn't stay? Why
She dismissed you like a common rug, her
Cold looks that beckoned your kiss! How she would
Lean and sigh just like this? You owe it to
Yourself to find out what her moping
Was all about! Now go, into the road.
Alright I'll go! I'll go!
Don't look so smug! When
You can see the whites of her eyes you'll know,
Whether she loves you; either way you'll know.
Erroneous Behavior, (C) Luke Bennette
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