He looked at his watch,
third time in three minutes,
wishing the test to begin.
When in came a girl
with long flowing hair
and swirling skirt in pink.
“Her legs are so long!
They reach to the ground.
Even her bare feet are tan.
She walks like a dream,
with sweet smiling face.”
Then, she asked for a pencil.
Caught up in his thoughts,
she had to repeat,
“Please, may I borrow a pencil?”
He fumbled around,
“Where could one be?”
He gave her the one in his hand.
His head turned around,
joining the others,
as she gracefully slid in her seat.
“Harrumph” could be heard;
The professor had entered
demanding the students’ attention.
He breezed through the test
with one eye on the girl,
all questions of chemistry answered.
He turned in the prelim,
then waited around
observing as everyone left.
He looked at his watch,
“Where can she be?
Is she really the last one to finish?”
She finally appeared
looking so puzzled.
“This boy must be wanting his pencil!”
As she handed it back,
they both felt the spark
as fingers barely connected.
He couldn’t believe in only one day
as his heart made a flip and a whirl;
He’d come to L.A. with one solid dream
to find him a Golden State girl.
She thanked him again
and began her retreat;
He knew he had to act quickly.
He glanced at his feet
and awkwardly blurted.
“Howdy, I’m Jimmy from Texas.”
She stopped, turning slowly,
a smile reappeared,
“Hello, it’s so nice to meet you.”
He learned as she ‘taulked;’
He could tell by her accent;
She wasn’t the girl of his dreams.
But it mattered minutely,
The chemistry asserted,
He’d fallen for a Yankee from Jersey.
An Ordinary Woman 