“Hey…how are you? Want to go out sometime?”
She was gorgeous. She answered, “That would be nice.”
I smiled. She smiled back so go out we did.
Six months later our friends threw the rice.

“Marriage is great,” she said during our very first year
“but I still like to look at the hunky young guys,
they make my heart thump and to tell you the truth
hard bodies like that are pleasing to my eyes.”

She added, “don’t take it personal, I am what I am
and my appetite always comes home to you
if you know what I mean.” “No harm I guess,”
if it inspires an adventurous young girl to get through”

Six months later she started doing more than looking
She had jumped in the pot with both of her feet.
She said, “If you’re already looking, you might as well find,”
“I hope you won’t mind a slight kick in the seat.”

“A kick to the seat?” I cried, “It’s a smash to the head,
A hard boot to the nuggets, a stomp to my heart.”
“I’m leaving you chickie, walk on by yourself
I have shoes too. I’ll find a new place to start.”

“Hey, how are you?” I asked. “Do you want to go out?
I’m recently free.” I explained to girl number two.
“Would love to,” she cooed, “that would be so nice.”
“Just curious,” I probed. “What size is your shoe?”

Poet Denny Bastian