We’ll do this story all in rhyme
Beginning the day after August twenty-nine
Have they met? No, not yet
August thirty-one; now the story has begun
She was in a dress all white
Looking for a handsome sight
When a real cute guy passed by
It wasn’t hard to see he caught her eye
She thought she’d take a chance
And asked him if he’d care to dance
Talking and dancing with him was great fun
Little did they know what had begun
The evening ended with a kiss
And a promise the fair they would not miss
Then on September one
On the rides, they whirled and spun
In the grandstands to see the cars go crunch
He began to laugh so much
Because she did aspire
To see a car catch on fire
The friendship that they had begun
Love, understanding, patience, and fun
A few M&M’s to eat
As a late-night candy treat
With a twinkle in their eye
Their lips met as they said good-bye
On the second of September
They met again do you remember
She looked for him and not far
He was on his bike behind her car
On his bike for a ride they flew
He stopped for a few seconds at a beautiful view
The helmet too big for her head
Kept clunking his, making her face quite red
His overnight bag to pack
He was lucky and got to drive the Falcon back
And that night as they talked she knew
It was he, she would get married to
The only thing left to say
I love you more and more each day
About the Creator
Lois Azmy
I took a short story writing class in college. I really enjoyed it, and wish I had done it sooner. My husband and I have run restaurants for over 30 years. I've raised 4 kids and have one granddaughter.
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