October 13, 2010

352. Poor Little Boy

How I smirk, How I snicker,
For so superior a feeling
Is so near to hand,
When I think on your lover
Out to buy you a trinket,
And away he walks from the store
With the same old piece
The sales girl has sold
One hundred times before.

"What are you looking for?" she asks.
"I don't know," he replies.
"Something for my girlfriend."

Poor little boy, that this
Be the best he can muster!
Were the worlds aligned differently,
Were this yet another time,
Leave your lover standing alone would I,
As a Once-In-A-Lifetime Gift
Upon your world would I bestow;
The gift of a life that sadly, you shall never know...