REALLY

REALLY

So there was once
this really nice girl
who thought,
(for reasons of her own)
that everyone was against her.

Nowadays who knows?
Maybe they were.
Things seemed to happen
without reason.
And the reasons presented
(when she dared to ask)
did not have any reason to them.

She ploughed on and on
Predictably. Yet hoping
to find a reason to break
the daily dreary drudge.
To have some unexpected
fun and excitment.
To have
something juicy and succulent
burst and drip
into her life.

She thought; maybe today I'll find
my mature true love.
I'll be swept off my feet
By a knight in rusted armour
onto a slightly run-down horse
and off into the weak sunset.
To live a life of toil and disappointment
with snatches here and there of
Happiness.

CAUTION!
If anyone offers to sweep
Accept.
Sweep you off your feet?
Onto a horse?
RUN. Reasonably fast.