• HE CALLS
    by UC Poika


    He calls most every day it seems at least
    And being a mindless creature he must be
    Of a kind whose thoughts of her have never ceased
    In spite of the fact he must prove himself trusty
    Lest his fiancee leave him alter bound
    Without a bride to share the blessed event
    Should the white gown be stained or even browned
    Because such conduct seemed a bit indecent
    I fear for him! I beg of him! I plead!
    Take care young man for the heart you break might be
    The source of remorse that leaves your soul to bleed
    And serves alas to set both women free
    The one who would have worn your family name
    And the one whose love I wish that I alone could claim!