By deevaa
Date: 5 December 1999

My story book hero wins the fight.

summer day, at the park, scene set, 
act one, scene one starting for form.
small child in overalls and singlet, 
boots wet from stomping in the pond,
they'd driven here to me him, 
the evil villan who'd betrayed her trust
tried to push her where 
she'd told him she feared treading
just because they had before
doesn't mean its right now
"I don't kiss my friends like that"
"come on it won't change a thing"
"I don't want this... no no no."
My story book hero cuts into the scene
the man I'll love forever without a hint of doubt
he pulls the villans hand from his mumma's thigh,
climbs into her lap, and states (just for the record)
"I love you, Mumma."
turns with darks eyes toward the villan
"Don't touch"
My story book hero wins the fight.