PILLOW TALK
by John T. Baker
She:      
You used to send me flowers;             
I'd wear them in my hair,
And every Sunday afternoon
I knew that you'd be there.

He:
I don't recall the flowers . . .
Perhaps some other guy . . .
You always had a gang around
Whenever I stopped by.

She:
You often brought me candy,
And once a big balloon.

He:
I won that at the county fair . . .
It popped that afternoon.

She:
You'd take me to the movies;
Sometimes we'd double-date;
We'd have a soda afterward,
Afraid we'd get home late.

He:
Your Dad was always waiting
Inside that old screen door;
Until I got you safely back
He'd fret and pace the floor.

He:
That night we stayed out spooning
And watched the stars appear . . .

She:
Shhh, whisper, honey, not so loud,
Don't let the children hear.

He: 
And when we vowed together
We'd never be apart . . .

She:
I well remember, darling, (kiss) . . .

Both:
Good night, sleep well, sweetheart.