| I Wished and Wished I wished upon a time, a love that I should meet. I wanted her to be so kind, gentle, and so sweet. The years went by, on and on, still not my hearts desire. stumbled down a path so long, no signs, .............still no fire. Then one day in Pogo Land, I came across a lass. Hair colored like sand, vim,vigor and sass. Her temper was fired, a naked spirit. Her anger ired, in a New York minute. The days went by, and weeks on that. A spark was in her eye. I watched her turn at bat. She ripped them up, she tore them down. Some she cut, where others nearly drown. Verbal abuse went on and on. Each one had their turn. But one by one, each of them would burn. Her wit, her tact, some to the bone. To some it was an act, others it struck home. Not one immune, friend or foe alike. Each one sang a different tune, to ready for the fight. The battle hard and furious, no quarter ever given. Soon they were delirious, flavored, broiled, and eaten. She strutted round, the cyber floor. A chalenge to the crowd. and from the fans a roar. Alas, no takers, she was queen. For one and all to see. Her title, belt, and all she's been, now they all believed. A rose she scooped up from the floor, and held it in her hand. Her eyes searched from door to door, then tossed it in the stands. A tall dark gent, in faded jeans, mustache, smile and vest. Held up the rose, for all to see, and clutched it to his chest. This story should have ended there. But he sought out her affections. They soon were friends, him and her, heading the same direction. We find them sitting late at night, exchanging thoughts and views. till sometimes early light. way past the morning news. Finally, they selfishly, part for seperate ways. Knowing all so foolishly, will meet late in the day. I can not tell all that I might, in just a page or two. But every time they dim the lights, talk of something new. He has hopes and dreams of her. She thinks there is no way. In no way that will deter, he thinks.....maybe someday. author known only as The Masked Writer <o.-> <o.o> (C) 2001 T Lovett |