POETIC TAROCK

IV

Dutch kiss

We were sixteen and she sat in my class.

Did I get lucky, you ask. Well, I guess

you need the whole story. We didn't play chess!

Read 'em and weep.* Really couldn't care less.

That was my act then. Cool and with style.

Mustered the courage. It took me a while.

I asked her: »Duchess, you wanna make out?«

»I only date kings. That's what I'm all about,

Dutch!« Cursed be that nickname! And her pretty lips!

How she was walking and swaying those hips...*

Wouldn't mind gliding all over her humps...*

There! I have just taken care of my lump!

Time to shoot hoops. And I wasn't half-bad.

Made the school team. Oh, the pride of my dad!

Last game of the season and they lead by one

with an inbound. Our chances are zero-to-none.

Hey Ya!* Made a steal and I go coast-to-coast.

A layup to hit and a lifetime to boast!

The guy flew from nowhere (oh well, from behind)

blocking my shot and the coach lost his mind!

The buzzer! The end! With me on the floor...

I found a banana ducktaped to the door

of my locker. It really can't get any worse.

I threw that banana and nearly hit her!

She threw me a look. »Feeling sorry for me?

Go away! Take a hike! You've got places to be,

people to greet!« Then I burst into tears!

My evening becoming the sum of all fears.

And then, out of nowhere... Invisible touch.*

I turned around and she gently said: »Dutch,

you made a steal and your layup was fine.

Was there a teammate to step in the line

of fire? They'd have a banana to spare!«

»Nice pep-talk, duchess. You suddenly care?«

»Violets are red, guns'n'roses are blue.*

Life is like that, Dutch. I have some scars, too.«*

Leaning and blazing my tongue with a kiss...

Still makes me smile when I think of that miss.

Credits:

*Read'em And Weep – Meat Loaf

*Hips Don't Lie – Shakira ft. Wyclef Jean

*My Humps – Black Eyed Peas

*Hey Ya! – Outkast

*Invisible Touch – Genesis

*Roses Are Red – Freddie Fender

*Scars – Allison Iraheta

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