Through the year I had been educated, but during summer break I had hoped to take it easy so at the stand I’d take
a job that would allow me opportunity to earn
but at that place I soon discovered much still left to learn.

The hot dog stand was situated in my college town
from which the gowns evacuated leaving many frowns
to the locals who – no yokels – had to find ways to make dollahs. Thus: the hosted months-long expo called The Hampshire Summer Gala

It was at work with I shared some shifts with lass in quite short skirt; a figure grand, a great smile and a wondrous way with flirt. A younger girl – a high school girl – that’s what she was to me but my peers would sing the praises of the lovely Kyrie.

She was talented with tongue and teeth said boys who worked the fair and she was friendly ’nuff to me but I could never dare
to ask her to go out with me – at least out to my car
afraid that with me, she wouldn’t choose to go that far.

I feared, though rumors said she didn’t discriminate on taste, that I was somehow special and on me she wouldn’t waste
her considerable appeal and we’d end the night as friends.
I didn’t think that was the way my summer fable ought to end.

I didn’t try even though I had had at least a chance
to experience with my Kyrie twelve seconds of romance.
So I left the summer job with not a kiss nor bit of tail.
Make the effort towards goals. That’s the lesson of this tale.