Billy walks casually down the street,
Cindy’s soft hand in his, perfectly fits.
He strides over puddles, avoiding wet feet,
And thawing lumps of slushy dog
Cries his true love, letting go his grip,
To blow on her hands and rub them fast.
“It’s too cold for the pool; not even a dip
in the hot tub will warm up my
if you want,” Billy tells Cindy,
“I’m tired of being bored in this muck!
Too warm for a ski and too cold for my bike,
Unless we go back to your place and
your shirt in,” she laughs, “Not happening.
My parents are home and they’ll pick
on us both. How about instead I watch you swim,
whistling at the size of your
me off that you won’t come in the water,
you’ve already got your swimsuit and stuff.”
Billy shakes his head. “We’re almost there!
And you even went to the spa and waxed your
cookies,” Cindy tosses. “I’ll swim when it’s hot,
Right now I’m just not feeling the best.”
They dodge a snow heap and Billy curses a lot,
mourning ’cause he won’t get to see her
up,” Cindy warns him. “I know what you’re up to —
I can see your face getting red.
Swimsuits in springtime are just an excuse
to get me back into bed!”
Addendum: I’ve never written one of these before! Much more challenging than I’d anticipated. Sonnets might be easier. Still, kind of fun and a nice stress-reliever. Happy Tuesday — hope you enjoyed!