GLADLY, IN PURSUIT OF HIS DREAMGIRL
in pursuit of his dream girl,
was not a boy easily discouraged.
inept in the skills of the chase, he forged ahead
with the good-natured resolve of the blissfully
he would say,
man of mystery and magic.
He had a line for every girl.
Howís the weather up there?
heíd ask the tall ones, or,
Let me help you up out of that hole,
if they were short;
lines for the big ones,
lines for every day and time.
lines for almost everyone.
what he didnít have
was a line that led
any of them to give
him the time of day.
So, finally, one night, at a disco called
We're Way Too Cool For You,
he was just about to give it all up
Itís no use, he said to himself,
into his glass of
In a world of bar-b-que banquets,
itís baloney and beans for me.
At this very moment, the very moment,
it would happen,
of Gladlyís final surrender to the despair
of the formerly
he felt a tap on his shoulder and heard
a tentative giggle...
was that really a giggle he heard,
a feminine giggle,
a friendly feminine giggle he heard...
looking for magic and dreams.