Lorraine Poem by Bill Hammersley

In my youth, my early days of life
I met and loved the defect beauty of Lorraine.
Her eyes so slightly crossed
Made beautiful by the loss of single image sight.
To enter and not realize
The passion in those faulty eyes.

Just as a child, Lorraine and I
Played adult games that made her lie
To priest and parents alike.
To punish me for acts of lust
And dash my hopes of further trysts
To hold me from a longing desire
To be in her and feel the fire
That I may never feel again

No matter who or where or when
I loved the sweet Lorrane above
Any or all who came again.
At future times or days gone by
There was no other who was so shy
Yet felt with passion That unholy tie
We shared that evening at our site
And then one night, one beautiful night,
With my love and lust reward
We created life in the back of a fifty one Ford.

In those early days of yore, a shotgun was the myth
We did abhor.
No unborn life could we delet
Unless in darknss and kept discrete
So, parents of my love Lorraine
Did find a dark and heavy handed swine
Who, with a wire, did destroy the only tie to our bloodline.

And lo, I lost my dear Lorraine
To never see or play once more
To never feel the pleasure of her passion nor
To share a child whom we had bore