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A Lady's Blue Button
t han lon
The Blue Button
Oh how those young men make me laugh with their deploring eyes!
How they make me giggle when they hastily gather their pride!
Oh no, I’m not cruel, nor mean nor spiteful—no sir, not I!
I laugh at them in earnest and for good reason, I will tell you why.
Many young men came my way
Still they come like raindrops
But I, a lady, do not touch nor play.
The men—they come in lots.
But never my heart did I give away
Why? Well, what right did they have, I ask
To take it, when safe in me it did lay?
Oh, they thought it’d be easy—no big task.
Ha! That makes me laugh kind sir!
Months to years later, they still try
Now they say of their old thoughts, “What fools we were!”
Yet—now you ask why is it with sadness I sigh?
A man has my heart, in fact my button of blue.
Pardon sir? Yes, you heard correct, a token I gave of my love.
Oh, but if he kept it, if I knew it were true!
But I sigh-- for the only ones that know are the angels above.
I have my heart, but miss my gentleman.
Tell me if you know of him please?
I can wait longer for him—I can!
It’s just my poor wee heart—it has fleas.
Yes, astonished sir—fleas! Jumping about.
They are losing patience and my soul flutters.
Yes-- I have butterflies inside me wanting to come out!
My speech sir, you ask why it stutters?
Oh, no reason, I just thought I saw him by the door.
You just came through that door did you say?
Well, my how you do appeal to my fleas for sure!
They are leaping, and the butterflies certainly play!
Kind sir, do I know you from somewhere?
My, how you do seem familiar of a sudden…
What electricity there is in the air…?
And WHERE DID YOU GET THAT BLUE BUTTON?
t han lon has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of t's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of t's latest works: