By Poet Blogger Peter Kadel

 

She’s it! She’s it! She’s the one!

She is gonna be my one and only.

We’ll share a kiss in hallways between classes,

Milkshakes at diners, and midnight movies.

She’s Miss American Dream.

Right now, I’m nobody, but, one day, I’ll be her knight in shining armour–

Her love story cliché, the boy, the boyfriend.

One step at a time, and then she is mine.

She’s Miss American Dream.

She just needs some convincing; she’ll see I’m right.

Those other guys may be taller, and smoother, and stronger–

But I’m the chosen one, like Anakin without the dark side.

I’ll be the bearer of the one ring to woo them all–

Just not as nerdy as that sounds.

She’s Miss American Dream.

She didn’t break my heart–I’m NOT crying!

It’s fine–she didn’t slap me that hard.

I’ll move on, as soon as I learn how.

Who needs Miss American Dream?

 

Editor: Brennan Nick