I observed a budding romance and added my imagination to come up with this poem.
A little old lady named Lottie
Laughed when she grew rather dotty
She sought for a thought
Found it not where it ought
Found a perfect excuse to be naughty.
She knew an old codger named Larry
His flyaway thoughts he found scary
When his mind started to go
His favorite word became “no”
Lottie laughed when he grew so contrary.
One day Lottie told Larry to get ready
She agreed with him they could go steady
He’d not admit what he must have forgot
He couldn’t say “no” in this spot
They kissed ‘til they both felt quite heady.
She gave him a wink for his smile
Romance lives in their hearts for awhile
Love reminds them what needs to be done
They’ve time to play and time to have fun
Crazy together for this one final mile.