There's meant-ta-bes and there's mebbe-nots
And there's I'll be danged if I knows
But you'll never find out ‘til ya have a go
And ya pick up the dice and throws.
A parkin' lot at the groc'ry store
prob'ly ain't the spot for romance
But most folks figger love's strange, anyway,
So ya might as well give it a chance.
A pick-up truck, an old dude gets out,
And he says, “Well, howdy, ma’am.”
A double-masked, scrawny old biddy replies,
“Git on with you, now, Sam!
Just git out the way, lemme get to my truck ;
Don’tcha get so close to me!
You’re s’posed to be six feet away, anyway
And you ain’t doin' that, I can see!
And, look,you ain’t got no mask on, neither.
I could get that Covid, for sure.”
And Sam, to stop her blathering, says,
“Okay, ma’am, I’ll doer.”
And when he pushes his bandana up
From his neck to right under his eyes.
Old biddy stares hard at Sam and says,
Catchin' him by surprise,
“Why Sam Magraw, without that shnoz,
You darn sure clean up good.”
Sam shakes his head, for women folk,
He ain’t never understood.
“I made some of my special chili today
If you’d like to come over to eat.”
And Sam, whose stomach is growlin’ loud,
Thought he felt his heart skip a beat.
“Got corn bread and some cole slaw, too,
Now, how’s that sound to you?”
Sam chuckled. “Yep, that sounds real good,
If my shnoz can come along too.”
Old scrawny biddy, whose name is Sal,
Said, “Well, now, I reckon that's fine.”
Sam nodded, wond’rin if he’d gone and left
His poor addled brain behind.
Well, seems old Sam enjoyed himself;
Best time he ever had,
And Sal, well, shoot, she reckoned his shnoz
Warn’t really all that bad.
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The topic for this contest is: Unexpected Romance. For poetry or prose. The story brings two people together, two people who don't necessarily realize that they belong together but the audience is rooting for them.
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Unexpected Romance
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