Murphy's Law: Day 24--Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day--A Stolen Kiss

It's Keep a Poem in Your Pocket Day today! For an explanation, go here. I have three I wrote in my pocket right now. Here's another one:

A STOLEN KISS

Gene Paul chased me home one day

He trapped me on a tree

That creepy boy squashed lips on mine

And I punched him with my knee.

He'll never get another chance

To try and grab a kiss

His broken nose will see to that

I gave his drool a miss.

I wonder now to whom he went

To commiserate his pain

A loving mom or grandmother

To vent his sad refrain?

Where is that creepy kisser boy

Who tried to make a play

For the girl who wouldn't play his game

That breathless far off day?

I wonder if his game's now good

Or if he's got a wife

Or does he sit and rot in jail

Bemoaning a broken life?

Remember this when next you try

To kiss a little lass

She just might pack a nasty punch

And knock you on your...rear.

Murphy's Law