Juliet laughs
and I have to laugh too
because her laughter
is so infectious
we lie in the field
of tall grass
holding hands
gazing at the blue sky
birds flying overhead
butterflies fluttering past
Where did hear that joke?
she asks still laughing
It's an old Max Miller joke
I reply
But it's rude
she says
gazing at me
It's little more
than a seaside postcard
kind of pun
I say
How do you mean?
she says
Well it can be both
innocent and not
depending how
it is interpreted
I say
But it sounds rude
she says
Only if you read it so
I say
she looks at me intently
Are you saying
I have a ***** mind?
she says
No of course not
I say
I assume
you read it wrong
I say
she smiles
and begins
to laugh again
and so do I
both gazing at the skies
with tears in our eyes.
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
Juliet laughs
and I have to laugh too
because her laughter
is so infectious
we lie in the field
of tall grass
holding hands
gazing at the blue sky
birds flying overhead
butterflies fluttering past
Where did hear that joke?
she asks still laughing
It's an old Max Miller joke
I reply
But it's rude
she says
gazing at me
It's little more
than a seaside postcard
kind of pun
I say
How do you mean?
she says
Well it can be both
innocent and not
depending how
it is interpreted
I say
But it sounds rude
she says
Only if you read it so
I say
she looks at me intently
Are you saying
I have a ***** mind?
she says
No of course not
I say
I assume
you read it wrong
I say
she smiles
and begins
to laugh again
and so do I
both gazing at the skies
with tears in our eyes.
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