here's one I told myself
so as not to cry,
crying upsets my new puppy.
I told myself whoppers
just as if I were a country rube;
stuff about wooden porches,
and a '64 Pontiac painted custom blue.
and will just get more so;
any warm body I'm likely to touch,
lay down with me a good long while ago.
But Goddess bless lies,
cos Jesus loves a little yarn.
So I told myself
--on a particularly lonely night--
--so as to spare puppy any perplexity--
that it was sweet July
and a baby blue beauty had just come for me up the gravel way.
I was about to say
that the driver, with her arm stretched lazy across the wheel,
I made it better.
She was you.
For Corey at Real Toads. He said to write about your first car, but mine was just a nondescript hand-me-down on its last legs, so I have written about something else, but still a car. I don't think Corey will take away my lily pad for this small infraction, will he?