“Meet me today class mate of puberty
Meet me here for a movie or two please.
Meet me here, there, I am dying, longing to behold
I’ve searched for you up and down and now you’re found
I’ve grown tall and huge these days, my friend.”
“Come meet you here, you said you Old Boy
Here you barely managed to find me
Bobby, I am scared to blunder, slip-up or err
Suppose, suppose
Your dread comes to pass
Suppose you don’t want hair like mine?
Come meet you? Suppose dinner isn’t my thing?
What if I don’t excite your fancy,
Ruining your day with my qualms?”
© Samantha Khainza
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Hmmm…love the style but i have a problem with the line…I think that “Bobby,bobby!” part was unnecessary.
Thanks, Josh. Thought the same too. Infact the whole poem just didnt sound right especially the second stanza which I’ll try to modify.
Cool…when do we get to see the remix?!