Progression Of Love Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

First there was Kathy Thomas
When I was only twelve.
Then came Marlene Helms,
And I thought that girl was swell.

Then came Teresa Dudley.
She was the cutest girl I knew.
Teresa could sure make me smile,
And I dreamed about her too.

Then came Kathy Stewart,
She rode my Indian bike with me.
But when it came to birds and bees,
I was still almost totally green.

Then came Karen Williams.
Her hair covered half her face.
She thought that was alluring,
But Donna Dhome then took her place.

Two of them were blonde haired gals.
The rest of them were brunettes.
Except freckled and red haired Donna,
But I was not done yet.

But the girl who knocked my socks off,
Her name was Kathie Lynn.
No prettier brunette ever walked the Earth.
She was mine from first sight then.

I was smitten by girls named Kathy.
Though the last one spelled it with IE.
I guess her folks failed at spelling.
But she still fell in love with me.