Lookie, Lookie

Lookie, lookie, here comes Cookie
walking down the street.
The boys are all aflutter
when their eyes do meet.

She can strut and she can sway,
making them all stare.
But Cookie just keeps walking
as if they were not there.

Lookie, lookie, there goes Cookie
passing them all by.
She's not aware of how she looks
and here's the reason why.

Cookie's life is hard at home.
She doesn't trust a guy.
Her father left when she was five
and she never found out why?

Her mother told her 'Don't trust boys.
They'll break your heart in two.'
But maybe there'll be one someday
that stares but will be true.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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