She batted her thick lashes,
he tipped his felt-brimmed cap,
then sat upon her park bench,
like fly to spider's trap.

Except he was no victim -
he'd only played the fly
because this fetching maiden
had caught his roving eye.

A dalliance, it started,
flirtatious couple, they.
Coquette and smitten bachelor,
an afternoon of play.

Who knew that this liaison
would spark life-long romance,
that day upon the park bench
when Grandma met my Gramps?