Nina Melito

For You
© By Nina Melito

In the room across the hall
Sitting on his bland oak chair
Sat Ned, the most popular of all
Among the other students there
Writing quietly with an intent stare.

He wrote to the one whom he cherished
With confidence in his pen
But suddenly that confidence perished
He had heard a noise just then
Like a lion pacing in his den.

He placed his feet flat on the floor
And gripped the wrinkled paper fast
And heard the squeak of the door
As the Teacher sternly asked
That up front the paper be passed.

The situation went from good to scary
His face turned a striking red
Like a freshly picked strawberry
The students whispered, 'Go on, Ned'
The teacher insisted that the note be read.

As Teacher scanned the crinkled sheet
Her face was strained and aglow
And read from Ned's horrible feat
'Dear Clarice, I must know,
Will you date me, yes or no?'

In the room across the hall
Sitting on his bland oak chair
Sat Ned, the most popular of all
Among the laughing students there
Making excuses with an embarrassed stare.