Only For the Last
Line
This will be easy
And you won’t
think it strange
That in my youth
how sleazy
My affairs did I
arrange.
You will believe
me,
But you will not observe
How I achieved not
three
But two loves undeserved.
I should not have
let it happen,
But I felt I could
not change.
My driven desire
wanted to tap in
To immediacy, not
thinking long-range.
First it was
Marge,
Statuesque and
tall,
Some say large.
For her did I
swiftly fall.
In my mindless
youth
They were
bountiful in the arena,
My eyes blinked as
a sleuth
When I viewed the
beautiful Tina.
Could this be true
love?
How can one love
two?
But away they both
did not shove
Me like worn shoe.
Then I left them
to serve in the militia,
Not really, it was
the Marine Corps
When I met
Patricia
And I knew to the
other two I must close the door.
I chose a new
freedom
With one love now,
no more fooling around.
To the former two
I asked that they see from
My point of view,
not to weep tears and drown.
So, don’t cry for me,
Marge and Tina.
