Brown Ones

by February 5, 2013 0 comments

I really liked her,
we’d been going out
for about a month.
I wanted to do
something nice for her.
She was into hedgehogs,
she had about thirty
hedgehog ornaments
on windowsills, up on shelves,
all over the place.
I searched the shops
in town but couldn’t find
what I was looking for,
I’d have to make my own.
The effort you put in
when you like someone
is unbelievable,
it took me a week.
I turned up at her door
and handed her the box.

“You shouldn’t have”
she said smiling
as she opened the lid.

I rocked back upon my heels
waiting for the squeal of delight.

“It’s a stuffed hedgehog!”
she gasped, dropping the box
and slamming the door in my face.

“But I just wanted to get you
your own real one.”
I urged through the letterbox.

As I walked away
I realized the problem.
I’d obviously got the wrong colour
she already had loads of brown ones.

editors note:

Oh, too bad! Love’s hard enough, no matter how you color it. – mh

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