I met a girl named Rose
Who chose not to wear hose
I didn't mind one bit
Her bare brown legs
The glance she gave
Was heaven sent
Probably meant
That we would not behave
So I kissed her cute nose
Then right down to her toes
I loved this girl named Rose
She was the one I chose
On my lap she would sit
Head on my chest
Smile on her face
My heart beat fast
Hoped it would last
We'd ever be a pair
Winter came then she froze
That's how the story goes
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This is soo romantic, Robin and absolutely perfect for Valentine's Day!💞
ReplyDeleteha ha..that is indeed how the story usually goes! :D
ReplyDeleteI knew two people would absolutely ace Valentine's Day: you and Sanaa, each so romantic in your own distinctive way. Enjoyed this slightly naughty, slightly sad, and ever-so-romantic piece. Now I'm off to see what Sanaa has done.
ReplyDeleteLove the whimsy of this...and the ending, well, that IS how it goes, more often than not :)
ReplyDeleteWin some lose some. How it goes. Nice one Robin
ReplyDeleteMuch💚love
Some things are so much easier in summer...
ReplyDelete"That's how the story goes" darn it but what great memories.
ReplyDeleteI, too, agree that it was probably meant. So sweet.
ReplyDeleteA sweet, romantic yarn. Great write!
ReplyDeleteWe'd ever be a pair
ReplyDeleteWinter came then she froze
That's how the story goes
All good things will come to an end. One would have wanted a wonderful ending in all instances but not quite! Nice to feel young, Robin!
Hank
It seems that story plays out with many. This did make me smile.
ReplyDeleteVery nice reading, Robin. My winter waited thirteen years to come, but it came hard. In a way it was a relief. This second one is about to his 45 here on the 24th. Things are a whole lot different than the first.
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That's the problem with loving a hot house flower.
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