The New Year Birthday Saga


She first travailed
against the flirt
he was no geek
(but part pervert)

She raised her shirt
and watched him drool
over her belly
(he was no fool)

His praise she dodged
though red she turned
from chest to face
(she freely burned)

With needle sharp
then pricked the prick
piercing her belly
(hope it was quick)

His ears he stretched
she quickly replied
on his large earshaft
(he nearly died)

Thus she survived 
the introvert
who stabbed her stomach
(and later it hurt)

Then journeyed she
to dinner for two
the lucky guy?
(it wasn't you...)

On the drive home
Fate dealt a grievance
the car flipped wildly
(much like my parents)

She kneed her chest
and bruised her bod
though God preserved
(her fair facade)

Her door was stuck
yet she escaped
she kicked her door
(then out she scraped)

Only to find
her chances sunk
rednecks stopped by
(already drunk)

Feeling much better
she sent them on
to redneck rescue
(she preferred lawn)

Her friend came then
to spirit her home
forget the risks
(use cellular phones)

It goes to prove
growing is hard
on turning eighteen
(avoid your car)




(c)2001 by Robert H. Harrison