Smart Cookie

There lives a boy who rocks this world
And loves to squish his favourite girl.
They sing and laugh, and dance and twirl;
Then he holds her ‘til her toes are curled.

He always looks with bright green eyes,
At cats and bunnies, and squirrels nearby.
The boy is cute, and sweet, and wise,
Yet stubbornly remains reserved and shy.

Fragments of futures flitter freely for he,
As he daydreams over earl grey black tea.
He shakes them off, returning to study,
Because they can be his, upon earning degree.

To him, he’s poor, and much too short,
And big, and old, without purport—
Which are lies, as he is nothing of the sort.
“He is just right,” says eyewitness report.

The boy has talent, and love, and soul;
Smart and witty, he is opposite of Pro.
He knows it deep down, beneath Jew-fro,
Yet he walks modestly while looking at crows.

In spite of all, the boy lives happy.
In spite of all, he also lives spite-free.
Cute and happy, he squishes main squeeze.
Perhaps he is just right, this smart cookie.

Smart cookie.//.10.25.10.//.Carma C.