They
sat together with their friends,
Curious
and unsure,
Her
eyes were turned to look at him,
And
his to look at her.
He
was tall and bulky,
While
she was short and slim,
He
was very dark and tan,
She
had light brown skin.
Her
curves were as curvy as curves could be,
And
her eyes were pale and bright,
They
wished that they could marry,
But
not everything was right.
They
bitterly forsook their dreams,
For
coincidence was fateful,
They
mourned that they could not be wed,
For
they were just potatoes.
Copyright January 9, 2017 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.
