Chapter 5
If you should see a bunch of girls flutterin’ their eyelids toward a number of boys who seem to be preoccupied jumping around like they was playing hopscotch—only there’s no hopscotch on the sidewalk—don’t be alarmed. It’s the time of the year!
Just look straight up in the sky and you’ll see arrows flyin’ ever which way. That’s why the boys are jumpin’ around! They’re tryin’ their best to dodge those pointed sticks. But it’s all a hopeless case!
Those fat little winged critters doin’ the shootin’ have been practicing shootin’ since this time last year.
Their aim is plumb deadly! It frustrates them to waste even one of those arrows that they’ve worked so hard making and sharpening to a fine point.
And flutterin’ eyelashes just flat excites them to no end so the boys are going to get SHOT! !!
When the arrow has pierced the heart, the boys get to actin’ normal for this particular season. They rush off to the store to buy gorgeous flowers, delicious boxes of candy and beautiful cards that say “I Love You” in eighty million ways!
I think I can almost remember once back in the Dark Ages when I got candy for Valentine’s Day.
It must’ve been eons ago! My husband writes poetry instead!
Lovely?!? Is everyone out there sighing and conjuring up visions of undying, perfect love?
Well—to say the least Charles and Carol Brown are not Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning.
But I do appreciate the time and THOUGHT of a poem—most of the time, anyway! !
I think HE must be an expert jumper and the arrows DID miss him completely. Maybe I need a few lessons on flutterin’ my lashes! At any rate cease your sighs and open your eyes for here is the poem from a couple of years back—
TO MY VALENTINE
Valentine, my Valentine,
You make me drunk
like new made wine.
A smile from you
makes my heart rise
like fluffy clouds
in pale blue skies.
But should you speak
in harsh rebuke
I’d stagger off,
get sick—and PUKE!!