Date: 06.01.2008
Time: 9:50 p.m.
Choose your man with care, little girl
Instead of being charmed by that stare, little girl
A dash of style and a hint of flair
And you’re completely wooed by what he wears
It really isn’t enough to know that he cares.
Do know if your man is sly, little girl
Fret less about how he wears his tie, little girl
A sincere word can be hard to discern from a lie
Masked intentions only lead to teary goodbyes
And you spend time sniffling till your tissue dries.
Know what you want from your man, little girl
And ask him, to see if he can, little girl
It might alarm you much to find him deadpan
You may wonder if it’s you he likes more or his fans
You could even wind up mentally kicking cans.
That disarming smile may make you melt, little girl
Along with tingles that you felt, little girl
But dear, do know the cards you’re being dealt
For an unexpected move planned out in stealth
Might leave you bereft of all your wealth.
Take your time to decide, little girl
Don’t go by presents and the fancy ride, little girl
Heartbreak’s not your preferred guide
Would you like it to constantly remind you and chide?
It will surely be more hard on your pride.
Grow up and first reach your prime, little girl
You won’t run out of time, little girl
It’s more the rhythm of honest words than the rhyme
Poetic flattery should certainly not make you pine!
Wait for the right sounds and you’ll be fine.
End: 10:40 p.m.
***
Postscript: This, as the title says, is to a little girl. Someone I happen to know. It would be something of an experiment, writing this, and well, I am hardly sure how it has turned out ... it might sound a bit didactic I guess. Oh well. A product of boredom and a bit of conscious thinking.
Time: 9:50 p.m.
Choose your man with care, little girl
Instead of being charmed by that stare, little girl
A dash of style and a hint of flair
And you’re completely wooed by what he wears
It really isn’t enough to know that he cares.
Do know if your man is sly, little girl
Fret less about how he wears his tie, little girl
A sincere word can be hard to discern from a lie
Masked intentions only lead to teary goodbyes
And you spend time sniffling till your tissue dries.
Know what you want from your man, little girl
And ask him, to see if he can, little girl
It might alarm you much to find him deadpan
You may wonder if it’s you he likes more or his fans
You could even wind up mentally kicking cans.
That disarming smile may make you melt, little girl
Along with tingles that you felt, little girl
But dear, do know the cards you’re being dealt
For an unexpected move planned out in stealth
Might leave you bereft of all your wealth.
Take your time to decide, little girl
Don’t go by presents and the fancy ride, little girl
Heartbreak’s not your preferred guide
Would you like it to constantly remind you and chide?
It will surely be more hard on your pride.
Grow up and first reach your prime, little girl
You won’t run out of time, little girl
It’s more the rhythm of honest words than the rhyme
Poetic flattery should certainly not make you pine!
Wait for the right sounds and you’ll be fine.
End: 10:40 p.m.
***
Postscript: This, as the title says, is to a little girl. Someone I happen to know. It would be something of an experiment, writing this, and well, I am hardly sure how it has turned out ... it might sound a bit didactic I guess. Oh well. A product of boredom and a bit of conscious thinking.
7 comments:
ah, the little girls always choose the wrong men, and friends like us can only write poems and try try try to tell them to choose otherwise. Pretty sad actually.
been there, done that you know...
Great rhyme scheme, and kudos to the length of the poem. :)
Cheers!
N
Little girls always choose the wrong men! I second N in that. But again I prefer to leave them to it. I like to watch them suffer. Call me sadistic if you want to but if people choose to place the heart over the brain much before either has developed to the fullest, they might as well deal with it.
Tho'rt brilliant once again!!!
This is simply, well,good advice.I do not know who it is for but i do believe that it made me think a lot.
Brilliant piece of writing,as always.
bloo moo.
VB
this is so different from the type of poetry you generally write,but its beautiful!
you know, the "que sara sara" kind beautiful!
Nothingman: Ah yes, yes. Heh. Yes. Friends heh. Oh well.
Jadis: Usually I wouldn't get bothered when I'm unaware of such things. But well, if it's a little girl whom I thought was a friend, then it obviously is rather disturbing. Heh. I despise hearing of break-ups. And divorces e.t.c. even more than I despise hearing news of deaths. Meh.
VB: As long as it does VB. Heh.
BDC: Thank you! I didn't know how it would turn out. Honestly. And I spent way more time over this one than I normally do on poems. Meh.
could be made into a good song!!
Scribblers Inc.
love it, love it, love it, I do so love it. GOOD advice. A million years into the future, someday, I'll make my daughter read this haha.
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