Postcards

Post cards in the sun

Hearing stories from home

Oh what fun

Lying on the beach

Covered in continental breeze

As I told my dear friend

Of his shinning eyes

Covered by a wonderful smile

She almost fainted

To my surprise

Oh he sounds a dream

I laughed so much

I almost screamed

Put on some more sun screen

The heat had gone to her head

She was a funny shade of burnt orange red

Blonde was her hair

She once was fair

Sounds like all is well at home

Mothers using the words well on the farm

Father is like a rolling machine

Never gives up

Never gives in

Oh I wish they could be here

Do you really said my friend from afar

Looking up to give her eyes a break

Catching her eyes

Was she making a mistake

There he is

The boy from home

Well she nearly broke my back

Jumping up so hard

Oh right over there

Beside the beach bar

Oh I see what you mean

He surely is a dream

Well if you don’t want him

I will go over

And see what will happen

Hands off now

He is mine for the taking

Keep that in your mind dear

Rushing off just in case

Tip toeing over to him

Hello what are you doing here

I have been offered a new job

In my chosen career

Really that’s great

Would you like to show me around

She said is this a date

What happens next is in their fate