Flash of Green

I wish I were elsewhere. What’s that flash of green? Wow you caught my stare. Isn’t she nineteen? I’m a stud are you my mare? Remember me… Eugene? I love the way you flip your hair. Have you ever seen a talky on the big screen? Together we’d be the pair. In my arm you’d be my queen. Folks would stair both at church and at the fair. Mouths would drop when we’d hit the scene. By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX