Christopher Byrd Hickman

Rookie (September 10,1993 / Chestertown, Maryland)

New Girl - Poem by Christopher Byrd Hickman

How long do I have to keep waiting
To find the beauty queen I should be dating
Who will be a ten out of ten rating
Not one of these ETSU fat girls who are deflating

I want her to have blonde hair
Radiate happiness everywhere
To have a personality to die for
And a sexy toned core

No I don’t want a Mean girl tease
Who has a terrible case of string-guys-along disease
I want some girl who will love my jokes and cheese
Who will blow me away like a Scotland’s Summer Breeze
Who knows all about the birds and the bees
Who’ll poses a set of keys
That’ll unlock my heart and bring me to my knee’s

I hope she radiates brighter than the sun and shines
Healthier for me than a 4 red wines
Who’ll always be my valentine
Love me like the greatest thing in mankind
Who’ll be funny and witty combined
Whose body will be refined

I hope she’ll go on cool dates
Perhaps with me, she’ll come to the gym
Trying hard to stay slim
By lifting a couple of weights

I tell you for the world I’d circumnavigate
Search through any state
Defeat Persian army’s like Alexander the Great
To find my soul mate

Hopefully her feet don’t smell
And like a troll, she doesn’t live inside of a well
Maybe she’ll occasionally take a shower
So she looks like a beautiful moccasin flower

I don’t want her to be like taking candy from a baby
But I don’t want her to be full of doubt and maybe
Optimistically she will be very prude
Before with me, she’ll ever get nude

For her I’d put on a extravaganza
Write her stanza after stanza
Treat her like my only care
At anytime or anywhere

Perhaps we’ll see a film with Tom Hanks
Or maybe even with Tyra Banks
About a world war two movies involving tanks
And maybe at the end she’ll even say thanks

So I’ll be waiting here in my dorm room carriage
To take your hand in marriage
So hopefully I won’t have to go all the way to myammar
Check crazy places like Quatar
Search through every single cookie jar
And all through the deep ocean blue and every sandbar
Drive across the county in a convertible car
Search through the cosmos and every star
No….hopefully I won’t have to go far
To find whoever you are

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The best way to get over someone, is to get under someone else

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 2, 2013

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