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