The Kiss

JENNY M GUERRIER

There was a man walking around with a mistletoe. But all he sees are guys near him, so he kept the mistletoe hidden. He turned around and saw a girl. A smile on his face he approached her. 'Too late!' she said, 'the time is past. Your mistletoe is still hidden and it's one past twelve on the next day.' He became so sad he hung his head. She took pity and said, 'Well we can always wait for the thirty first because at midnight it will be the first. You'll get your kiss even if your mistletoe is still hidden. By Jenny M Guerrier.
Copyright © Jenny M Guerrier | Year Posted 2015
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  • sorenbarrett

    Compassion is worth waiting for in this poem of the season. Nicely done Jenny



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