Seasons of Love and Marriage
II
The summer of '67 turned into a bummer,
although, it seemed to start out
as a hummer of a year,
when I got my first wheels.
She was a pretty Chevy,
that had been driven pretty heavy.
But, lots of elbow grease, some sweat
and several cans of Dynaglaze polish
made the old girl truly shiny.
I met Barbara Jean one day.
She was a senior at Shadle Park
I was senior at John Rogers,
She lived in the high brow part of town,
I lived in the blue collar hood.
We were volunteering at the local hospital.
She was there to do good works,
I was there to meet girls.
After a few lunch breaks
and an occasional phone call
as boys would do,
I asked Barbara to go to
a nearby lake to swim and hike.
So, a Saturday date was set,
and I packed up a basket of
sweet treats and ice-cold drinks
and drove across town around noon.
Barbara Jean was ready to go,
my eyes beamed seeing her
wearing a perky blue blouse
and denim shorts,
and quick as lark she hopped
into my Chevy.
We said our standard pleasantries,
I proudly turned the key to start,
only to hear the starter grind and grind,
and grind and grind some more.
Then her dad pops out of the house
hands-on hips, with a frown
that I swore touched the ground,
as he said, to me, "I called you a tow,
and Barbara, you're not going
with him in that car!"
So, the moral of this story is
My Chevy was a beauty,
as was Barbara Jean,
who after this I seldom saw.
But, she will never know
if she would have enjoyed
a summer fling with
the guy from across town.
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