Francie - Poem by Brian Evans
Francie's gone off me, since her thumb said OK:
Francie and Mister Thumb are now 'an item':
So Francie stares at Mister Thumb all day-
I first abhored, ignored, later warmed to them!
Other girls, pick cellphones as their partners,
Now Francie's made her thumb, best chum - I lose;
'Cellphone, Mister Thumb, or me, - Francie choose! '
Once I was there - sharing Francie's laughter.
But Francie's digit, is thumbingly smarter:
Thumb's chest, Thumb's waist, Thumb's hips:
Measure a stunning (wait for it) - one, by one, by one!
Now I just long to be Francie's thumb;
Doctor Watt gave me this teenagers' tip:
'Never debate thumb-love with your lady-
She'll say you're being dumb or crazy.'
Mister Thumb and Francie are in bed by nine-
No love tryst song or poetry - nothing of mine:
Mister Thumb rests near Francie's cheek-
One last little peep and both drift asleep;
Her mother insists: 'Francie's still a chrysalis,
Beating back 'Attack of the Chocolate Chips',
That would have bounced around her hips-
Text Francie butterfly awake, with a virtual kiss....'
... Francie and Mister Thumb have just texted me:
'Dearest poet - I should fly with thee-
And let Telecom help grow our family tree.'
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