Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Here's to the Puppet Show

Sorry I'm late, got held up
(at gunpoint).
Her personality
always tried to shoot me down.

That's the sound of my past
(always a dangerous trend).
So don't kiss me, unless you mean it.

Three twenty-three a.m. and thirteen seconds...
(a time remembered most).
That began my falling, over her.

Carried along with purse, was a temper
(like the forefront of a minefield).
Ready to go off at any given time.

Well I like you, but could go off you
(so I did five times before it stuck).
That's why five is still my favorite number
after all these years.