Ode to Laura


there once was a girl
'little brat' comes to mind
her hair in a curl
her words less refined

she thought that the world
revolved around her
and for this little girl
not a thing would deter

her from getting her ice cream
but she hadn't anticipated
that her hairbrained little scheme
was so old and outdated

see, her babysitter had been
around the block once or twice
and though he knew it was mean
his job wasn't to be nice

"no ice cream for you"
said the boy with authority
"but mom let's me, it's true!"
"sorry, you're in the minority"

(one would think that her sister
would know of such traditions
but from her, not a whisper
which confirmed his suspicions)

her sad words of sorrow
they fell on deaf ears
"off to bed 'til the morrow
and stop those fake tears"

that babysitter was me
i was a bear, i admit it
but dear reader, you see,
i regret it, just a bit

try as I might
i can't make it up to her
i always seem to ignite
more anger to deter

her favorite ice cream
straight from chicago
would not make for her
a decent quid pro quo

visits, irish cream,
still she regrets!
this is one hurt
she'll never forget

but I hold no deep grudge
for my dear sweetest Laura
for she holds about her
an incandescent aura

she's always been gorgeous
far back as I recall
to deny it would be outrageous
she's beatiful; thin and tall

with a shine in her eye
that none could resist
and the occasional hair dye
seeing her is pure bliss

This rhyme is long due
I procrastinate, it's true
but it's my lyrical debut
So Laura, here's to you!

To Laura.