Doesn't send me cards

Seldom writes, won't call

Can't possibly be

Daniel's catnip tea

She just is that's all.

Never says the words

Just gives me a look

Smiles as if she's read

The page in my book,

"Dedicated to...."

Years later we stand

elbows on a fence.

I yell,"It's playtime!

My twice a year lance!"

She then looks at me,

crinkles nose and grins,

"ANNUAL SEMI LANCE?"

Genuine Dianne:

A three ring circus

Where dwarves run amok.

Copyright ©2002 Daniel Grey Taylor