Charles Hancock


A Small Town Satuday Night - Poem by Charles Hancock

I was eating a burger at the Milky Way
When I saw her walk past the Corner Cafe
She was the most beautiful woman by far
Had to talk to her before she got to her car

I got the attention of my waitress, Lucille
And paid her for my half eaten meal
I had to hastily get out of the door
To ask her to meet me on the dance floor

Yes, I was a bit afraid, I have to admit
But I dug down deep and found my grit
No, I can't dance to save my life
Not like I was asking her to be my wife

I told her that I saw her by happenstance
And wondered if she'd care to dance
She looked at me and asked, here?
I stated there's a community dance very near

They have one every other week
In the lodge across from the boutique
She said sure, she'd give it a shot
And she'd meet me in the parking lot

That was a year ago yesterday
The night we spent dancing away
What a special evening for me
We had our first kiss at half past three

It's hard to beat a small town Saturday night
Where the world doesn't spin at the speed of light
To celebrate, we went out for ice cream
Me, vanilla; her, chocolate extreme

Topic(s) of this poem: love


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2015



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