This was written for this week’s Terrible Poetry Contest prompt. “I’d like every one of you to remember your First Love. What did he or she look like, smell like, eat his/her boogers like? MOST IMPORTANTLY: if you were to write that person a poem, in exactly the advanced writing abilities you had at the time, what would that poem look like? I want the younger version of you to read over your composition, sigh in romantic ecstasy, and imagine the love of your life rewarding your efforts with that elusive First Kiss.”
I love your sunburnt brown pretty freckles
And your shiny beautiful cute red hair
And your green eyes (sorry if their there not green)
You look just like that film star (can’t remember her name but she’s really pretty, like Doris Day but not her)
I know you catch me staring
And I can’t help going red
Please don’t marry drippy Mr. Smith
Wait for me to catch up.
You Know Who
PS – There really was a Miss Flanagan upon whom I had the biggest crush imaginable and, yes, she was always catching me staring and she really did marry drippy Mr. Smith and broke my heart. Of course I would never have delivered this fawning missive but I would have re-read and ‘edited’ it a lot and hoped she wouldn’t find it in the back of my exercise book.