The first girl that I loved was small and fair;
I thought she was
the sweetest thing alive—
The walking answer to a silent prayer—
The pool in which
I never took a dive.
The second girl I loved was tall and dark;
She was so hot,
she made my blue eyes blister.
The third one was a sexy little shark;
The fourth one was
the third one’s cute kid sister.
I could go on—and do, when I start drinking—
The list is bigger
than a tragic flaw.
And each new dream I fall for leaves me thinking
That all my
passions have obeyed one law:
The first one
gets your innocence, and all
The rest drink
your revenge like alcohol.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells
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