Note from the Chief Bottle Finder: C’mon! You have to like this one for the cutesy little one-liners. “I scraped my knee falling for you.” Aaawwwww….
Camp is fun once you eliminate the bugs.
At first, I thought it was Jimmy.
No, then I thought it was John.
But it finally turned out to be a much better “J” sounding name.
We met last night for dinner.
And you must be the reason for global warming, because you are HOT.
I had the best time and hope you did too.
I mean, if you were Sprite, I’d have to obey my thirst.
And just when I thought a perfect evening was over,
except for having to ask for a BandAid because I had scraped my knee falling for you,
you sent me a self composed piano score of Nocture No. 19.
It was absolutely wonderful.
I’ll never forget the experience when it played across my Blackberry in Target.
So please, will you be my Dairy Queen and I’ll be your Burger King?
You treat me right, and I’ll do it your way.
Wait, wait, still before you decide.
Can I borrow a quarter first?
“What for?” you ask?
Because I want to call my mother and tell her I met the man of my dreams.
Or, so I call your mother and thank her.
“J”, hope you hear from you soon.
Echoes by Gwen Carillon by Ravenelle
