by Sandra S. Corona
Should I tell my sweetheart
my teeth are in a dish?
Should I keep him guessing
that my picture’s remiss?
I sent him a sweetie
from my Sears catalog.
I feared if he saw me
he would flee the country
Should I tell my sweetheart
the truth about my age?
Should I leave him wanting
someone who isn’t sage?
I framed that cut-out well.
My wrinkles rival hogs.
He’s coming in a spell.
Says first he’s washing well.
Should I tell my sweetheart
I’m as blind as a bat?
Should I play as “grandma”
until he hangs his hat?
He sent me a picture
though was slow … hemmed and hawed.
Told Beau I was richer
shorter, a school teacher.
Should I tell my sweetheart
I lie well? It’s an art.
