I remember whistling bubblegum tunes onto blacktopped dimensions,
Swinging pendulums like the tetherball pole controlling our lives,
The manila of folders collecting rent as we asked for a paper extension,
The same pseudo pandemonium that was all captured in a high five,
And when I saw her, golden silken hair with a nervous frizz to her touch,
I couldn’t resist much, so I paused lunch with a universal remote to see,
If this girl was a hologram something of embarrassment, but she was such
a cutie and I could not resist heavy duty lenses in my sudden urge to pee,
Feathery blondes were nasty to the JC Penny productions of a nerd like me,
But she was different. She took time within twirling sun cropped ends so,
I could not resist pointers of indexes and snazzy pickups to see if she was free
on this Saturday, yes this Saturday night I would like to take you out. Will you go?
Yet just before she answered with those full lips of luscious vibrancy in color,
I realized yet the lunchroom surprise was making me delusional within high school
asylums. Four walls padded for protection of residents. One from the other,
And whatever it was that had me so dazed for a second -- It was very, very cool.
