That One Special Girl Poem by Bryan Taplits

The spite that hugs her cold red lips
The ice that flames her eyes,
So proud she is, if only she would say:
'So-long. Farewell. Good-bye! '
Her hips a cushy mouse trap
Her heart the Artic sea,
I have one wish-and only this:
"Please walk away from me! "
And yet when she does…-
Her walk away: A pretty shake-
Her provocation is well wrapped,
I try not to view that twitch in her hips
But I do-and then I'm out of luck!
She turns around-I become undone-
As she flaunts her red beaconed lips,
I plead and grudgingly sigh,
"Don't move away another bit-or surely I will die! "
And so as she turns, her eyes all wet,
I see myself as a cad,
No man has ever retreated in such haste-
To advance towards nuclear waste-
Was so happy.
And yet- …so sad!