My Crimson Clover Poem by John Sensele

Once like a school girl
I dropped my guard
And my hair did curl
Until my song saluted the bard

Whose tune soothed the ear
That told me
Lass, from darts stay clear
Or heartbreak you would see

If advice I didn't heed
Beating pride into the chest
In which flowed the creed
I did reap upon request

Shutting my eyes to reality
Burying in the sand my head
Hoisting incredulity
Until in tears I lay in my bed

Wishing I wasn't such a fool
Constructing in quicksand
Castles, drawing on my teary eyes wool
Dreaming I flew high the brand

I wish they could understand
Who cares what they think
So long their gossip I withstand
Cos my lips sipped the drowsy drink

They couldn't have
As their eyes green with envy
Couldn't lampoon the love
They thought suffered from scurvy

I could cure if my fancy
Flew full circle
Home to Nancy
To munch my momentary miracle

Snap my eyes open
Declaring my drought over
Daring against their wish to reopen
Visions of romance and pluck my crimson clover.