WELWYN ROAD
At the post office you admired my car
And I’m still wondering who you are

We talked about Diwan
but the moment was gone

I’m no Charles (or Emily) Dickens
but believe it or not, now the plot thickens

You were driving the white Benz
and you said “Let’s be friends”

I was sitting in a blue convertible
but my thoughts were not divertable

And if you want to get creative
I remember you’re a Thomaston native

If I actually knew who you was
I would take you to Haagen Dazs

Where we could eat our cones
and discuss auto loans

Or discuss the Taj Mahal
(you’re from India, as I recall)

Then one another we’d seek to know
while the autumn breezes blow

I hope this fable finds you well
and I’ll be waiting for you on AOL

Do I come with the car?  I just might
If you play your cards right

And if there is no reply to this ode
We’ll always have Welwyn Road

Leslie Feldman (GeeClef@aol.com)
Great Neck