Fever’s Not A Good Thing
I was touched by a fever of unknown source.
I was really hot and sweaty, of course.
Yet, I wasn’t sick. I felt better than ever.
I have felt this way since I met Heather.
Maybe she’s a carrier or something like that.
When I’m near her I can’t talk for crap.
Oh lordy, this can’t be happening to me.
I feel like something is crawling on me.
I’m just a hunk of burning love for sure.
I’m really worried there may not be a cure.
I haven’t a clue if she feels the same.
I don’t even know if she remembers my name.
The way I’ve been acting,— like a clown.
She doesn’t smile, doesn’t laugh, doesn’t even look around.
I just don’t know what else to do.
She needs to know a clown has feelings too.
I have to come up with a better scheme.
Or else I’ll be forced to split the scene.
A year has come & gone & I think I’m cured.
Heather is now mine, no matter how weird.
Only problem is she’s a PITA* most of the time.
Why in the world did I want her to be mine?
Now she is stuck on me like glue.
I really don’t know what I can do.
To hurt her feelings just wouldn’t be right.
I toss and turn worrying all through the night.
Fever isn’t always a good thing, as you can see.
Now I don’t see any way I can be free.
The answer is there. It’s just out of sight.
Though I may try with all of my might.
Then the idea hit me. There is my brother.
He is looking to hook up with another.
I wouldn’t wish her on anyone else.
But, my brother is an exception. He will belch.
He always does and it’s so crude.
He will be perfect for her mood.————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)
*PITA is: Pain in the ass.