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Disobliging love If love finds you and you find love to your Liking treat it with kid gloves. Do not abuse Love or love may in turn abuse you and by That I mean hurt you in the most disobliging Way by giving you mountains to climb, vast Rivers to cross and very little by way of Reward for your trouble
A wind blew us together, heads down against A sudden summer shower we collided on the High street. I briefly saw her coming but too late To avoid a crash. I was busy counting the cracks When paving stones gave way to a pretty pair of Feet in pink slingbacks. The change in weather Had caught her out – her galoshes were safe And dry at home
Anyway, on previously fine days pretty girls Don't wear galoshes they wear 'sensible shoes' Footwear that highlights their assets and picks Up on their every perfection. Adding a little Height, a little firmness and shedloads of sex Appeal
'Sorry' didn't quite do it for at the point of impact We banged heads rather badly and spent a little Time inspecting each others injuries which gave Me ample opportunity to look over the goods as It were and come to what I thought at the time Was a life-changing decision – she too seemed To be of the same mind
Sounds cheap the words 'looking over the goods' But the goods were so good what else could I do? Stunning in every way she oozed sex appeal. A Potent energy that makes a man do silly things And did I do silly things? You bet your life I did
Taking her home to mother was the first where The reception ran along the lines: 'What are you Doing with her?' 'You've just escaped the same Woman and now you've found another.' 'Are you Mad?' The second was to call on her mother an Absolute scorcher of a woman with an eye for Anything in pants. Danger loomed large and fast Cornered me in the kitchen with questions I can't Repeat here and when she… well, you know
Funny isn't how we think ourselves free, free To choose, free to do as we like, love as we like And yet this little episode made me realise that In at least one respect I am not free and never Have been for I have been falling in love with The same woman over and over again
On that score, enough was enough. I decided To break with tradition and do something that Even surprised me. Did I marry this beautiful Creature? No, I did not. Did I fall for another Beauty just like her? No, I did not. So what did I do? Well, thinking back to that kitchen – I
Ran away with her mother
© Joseph G Dawson
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