(15/30) Year Fourteen: CHANGE OF PLAN

My neighbor loved my cooking,
she wanted to be my wife.
Although she was good-looking,
I wasn’t ready for the married life.

She vowed to wear me down like Urkel;
I laughed and thought it was funny.
Drawing our names in a heart and circle,
saying her kisses were better than honey.

The summer came, she went away,
I missed her coming around daily.
On my mind her words did stay,
repeating like an old ukulele.

When she returned from vacation,
I was set to accept her plan;
I had to pump my brakes on elation,
she was kissing and holding another boy’s hand.

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