17 for 31 More Days
There will be no more sock-stuffed bras,
Or tissues in the cups of a bikini.
And there will always be tampons
And deodorant.
And I will no longer look
Up
Into camera lenses,
Chin defiant, cheeky and daring.
And I will always wonder what he thinks?
If he likes?
And I wont skip and fall
In sundresses and bare feet.
Oh, would that I could!
Would that a Mr. who probably
Has sisters will come cartwheelin’ my way,
And catch me when I insist on a chase.
Or tissues in the cups of a bikini.
And there will always be tampons
And deodorant.
And I will no longer look
Up
Into camera lenses,
Chin defiant, cheeky and daring.
And I will always wonder what he thinks?
If he likes?
And I wont skip and fall
In sundresses and bare feet.
Oh, would that I could!
Would that a Mr. who probably
Has sisters will come cartwheelin’ my way,
And catch me when I insist on a chase.