We walked, young lovers in the park,
Hands twined and smiling sheepishly.
Eyes all aglow with elfin spark,
Nadine would poke me gleefully.
Soon my response was tickling her,
Promoting shrieks: "Stop, Petey, please!"
Reward--a kiss! "Oh, thank you, sir!"
I asked, "May I have more of these?"
"Not till you promise to be sweet,
Genteel, deserving . . . gen'rous, too."
Complying earned a special treat.
"Again, kind sir, I beg of you."
Magnetic were our lips that day.
"Enjoy!" we heard our chaste hearts say.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write an acrostic poem. Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title. See an example in the announcement. |
Author Notes
Artwork courtesy of Google images.
Do you remember when YOUNG LOVE AND KISSING was fun, playful and innocent? I hope so. This era seems so long ago.
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