She stood well out from the crowd <br />a brown paper bag over her head <br />with four holes cut out <br />for her eyes, nose and mouth. <br />She proclaimed she was a virgin <br />and you could very well see why. <br />Imagine going out with someone <br />who resembled the man in the iron mask. <br />Her clothes were old fashion, <br />hand-me-downs from her great grandmother. <br />Other women got into trouble <br />but it will never happen to me, <br />everyone agreed it would never happen to her. <br />She said she was waiting for Mr Right to come along. <br />From the state of her, it would be a long time coming to, <br />so everyone remarked and thought. <br />Then the impossible happened, <br />she met a man with a paper bag on his head. <br />It was love at first sight. <br />Right away, she knew this was the man for her. <br />They married on the thirteenth, <br />as neither was superstitious. <br />The photographer at the wedding asked them to take off their bags. Slowly they removed them and everyone gasped, <br />no one could believe their eyes. <br />They looked like two butterflies <br />emerging from their cocoons. <br />Both were what you pictured <br />the perfect couple should be. <br />He was ruggedly handsome <br />and she could have outshone any beauty queen. <br />As for the paper bags <br />they lived happily ever after as well. <br /> <br />13 September 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-forty-year-old-virgin/
