My Angel Baby Poem by Robert Rorabeck

So I asked her
If she
Wanted to
Go out,
And she did;
And we went out
And played
Baseball
And ate all the
Guava pastries
And bottles of cold
Milk from
Her lunch wagon;
We knew in the
Morning she would
Lose her job,
But it didn’t matter;
I was well hung
And had practiced
So much delayed
Gratification
To be wealthy enough
For the both of
Us;
And on our second
Date went
Rollerskating
And felt the slight
Caresses of
The tide,
Like the secrets of
Gravity.
And she became my
Angel baby.