Naughty Flings

She was just a damsel of the sweet lilies,

And he was the farmer of the corn fields.

They met on a bright shining afternoon,

Just when the sun was beginning to loom.

The mischievous cupid's arrow struck soon enough,

And they hadn't a clue that love could be so tough.

After six months of secret meetings,

They knew their love wasn't one of those naughty flings.

Days became weeks, weeks became months, months became years,

The lovers still met without any fears.

On a rainy day, the farmer asked the damsel,

"Pumpkin, shall we leave, you must please tell.".

The girl blushed and replied with a toothy smile,

"Of course, sweetheart , I'll walk with you even a hundred mile.".

After months of laughing together and happy talking,

They knew their love wasn't one of those naughty flings.

So, one night, the girl crept out of her window,

And tip-toed to her farmer boy who lay low.

He asked her in his heavy southern accent,

" Pumpkin, darling, are you all set?".

The girl blushed again and nodded with sparkling eyes,

"Yes, my dear, I am ready to live with you through all lows and highs".

So, before the dawn broke.. away they fled,

From the damsel's father working hard in the farm's shed.

Their tractor roared while tearing down any path's tread,

They took the road, to the south that lead.

She slept on his shoulder while he snored,

But then why did her eyes take notice of a passing Ford?

After months of loving one another and blissful singing,

They knew their love wasn't one of those naughty flings.

At the break of dawn, life changes they say,

For they saw a cowboy coming their way.

And was he a mighty lad dressed in blue,

And looked so ready to give the farmer a boot.

The cowboy whipped his horse and broke into guffaws,

"Howdy, my lady, would you like a ride on my handsome horse?"

The girl fell head over heels in love with him on first sight,

Not caring to look at her ex-lover who never was too bright.

So, away they fled, the damsel and the cowboy,

While he croaked some blues and she seemed so coy.

Left behind was the farmer and his rackety tractor,

Who was analyzing his so called losing factor.

"After months of cheerful and intimate flirting,

Twas' nothing but a naughty fling.."

The farmer sighed while rubbing his chin,

"Yes, indeed, she was nothing but a rotten pumpkin."

Hope you had a good laugh if not at the poem, then atleast at me.