A bright red mustang pulls into the darkened drive,
rock music blaring interrupting the stillness of the night,
out jumps a nervous excited young man not sure of the evening's plans,
sheepishly he strolls to the well lit porch to knock timidly upon the door.
A tall stern looking man appears to open the door,
looking like a fearsome giant in the porch light,
young man I must have a word with you before you can go,
keep your hands to yourself and no kissing my daughter tonight,
and don't forget have her home by eleven of I'll skin you alive.
The stern older man steps aside letting him at last come inside,
he stands in awe tongue tied by the wide marble stairs,
as a lovely vision adorned all in white appears before him,
and he thinks to himself,Damn no sex for me tonight.
Donavon Scott Vinson
