Yoda

How I feel, this may be A little sad, that is me But in the night, when I cry In this bed, where I lie Make believe, I cannot do Kissing, holding, only you DVD, on the screen Watching Muppet, colored green In his wisdom, I can hear Down my cheek, rolls a tear “Try not! Do, There is no try!” So his smartness, I apply Phone picked up and here I dial Leapt, my heart, maybe a mile Chalk and dust, are in my throat A little poem, is what I wrote Lucky, though a little scared Thank the goodness, I’m prepared From the phone, I hear a voice That stupid movie, I had no choice The force was wise, there Yoda said But now its static, in my head “Hello”, I hear “Hello” “Hello”? Melodious voice of stringed cellos! A stumble meets my words at first A ramble comes but maybe worse Her name, I can not yet remember Last we met was late December In my head comes a sudden bliss Obi Wan says, “Jenn, her name, it is!” My pretty poem, I begin to say But words of song don’t often play When “Walt” my name I think I heard From my mouth, the only word “Remember you, I do,” says she The words, just right, she says to me “By this phone I would wait But afraid, I am, you're late Came December then the Spring A man, I met, and had a fling Under his skin of green I got And then a ring he went and bought When giving birth I thought I’d die He said,“Try not! There is no try!” In love, I fell, his words were wise Came the baby in two more tries Mad at me I hope you're not Forget me now not e’er a thought” The phone it fell down to the floor All she said and nothing more In my head a whisper came From Obi Wan, that trickster’s name “If Vader had not killed me dead Jenn would have been my sweet red-head” From Yoda’s words “Use the Force” I forced my shoe into the source The TV that played the DVD Was now a wreck in front of me But for all the sadness and my fate At least for now I’m talking straight! Written February 2nd, 2002 © on Feb 02 2002 09:37 AM PST   0 • 14