Ring around the Rosie
When we were young
we all held hands and
spun round and round
til to the end we’d come
and we’d all fall down
the last child to fall
would have to tell
who their love was
it mortified me
to have to tell openly
the one I secretly adored
n’er occurring I could
have said my mother
my grandmother
anyone but the one
who sat across from me
whom I got caught by
Mrs Floyd trying to pass
a note to her
finally mustering courage
with my yes, no, maybe
please check note
so relieved the note was
not read cruelly before
the giggling elementary
and so she never knew
it was me who adored her
secretly for summer came
and as a preachers son
we moved away to Kentucky
far from the game of
ring around the Rosie
but right to another lovely
who did get my yes, no, maybe
returned with yes, yes, yes
kiss, kiss, kiss, heart, heart, heart
and how if I played that game again
I’d gladly be the last to fall
Just so I could proudly exclaim
she’s the one
the one named for the forth
month in the year.
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