Here’s a poem
to all the girls
I’ve loved and hated
to the ones I did
and ones, I wish I dated
To the ones I’ve kissed
and the ones I’ve missed
yes, to all the little Misses
And it goes like this...
To little Miss Chievous
so young and free
But I got out quickly
before one could ask
“Wow! who’s she?”
To little Miss Stake
Yes, to the ones we make
the apologies and sorrys
and the patience it takes
To little Miss Understood
I never did and never could
So I decided I never would
even try
To little Miss Fit
Not the health kick kind
But the one who’s wit
I couldn’t match nor find
To the one Miss
I miss the most
though I love them all
It’s to her I toast
To my little Miss Guided
by whom I was love struck
and still remain
to this day
blinded and
stuck
