The one who turned twenty one

Have you seen her around, lately ?

The one I used to know,

The one who turned twenty one.

She wore glasses

And the Principal’s son

(May he rot in something not so nice)

Fancied himself to be

The suitable boy

While I

Looked the Sun

Squarely in the eye

Calmly awaiting

The invitation to

Her secret brotherhood

Of the not-so-sighted.

She had almost blond

Sunsilk hair

And chubby cheeks

(I did not even get to touch them – honest!)

But we talked

Rather I did

Of Marx, and the meaning of life

Outstaring her

Opinionated tom cat

And doggedly dating

The bus stop

To her home.

Have you seen her around, lately ?

The one I used to know,

The one who turned twenty one.

Winter loved,

And summer strung.