The boy and the girl
And their friends are heading out
Nothing untoward, of course,
They’re just milling about.
As the girl waltzes out the door
She was asked when she’d be home
She looked here and there
Oh, how her eyes they did roam.
A time was suggested
Too late to be right
But sell it, she did try
With all of her might.
The boy, he just stared
Not a word he did peep
For he heard the girl’s words
And thought ‘Nope, mom wants me asleep.’
One mom called another
“That’s what I thought,” one did say
But they laughed as they remembered
The games they once did play.