Good girl

Leo Wim Cornel

Good Girl:

Good girl !

Dressed nicely, funny !
See her lately often,
Later I found out,
Her name is Becky.
Both buying groceries,
Not aware of me,
Pushing her cart,
Looking smart.
Handsome face,
Handbag in place.
Always a bit nervous,
What is she up to ?
Suddenly a saw it,
Proletarian shopping ?
Her special thing !
Thoughts crossed me,
Is she a real thief, or:
Challenge to achieve ?
Outside the store, I ask:
is that all ? or more ?
Only just for the gig ?
I saw, she wear a wig !
It is no girl but a boy,
It was’t just for joy.
No work, sick child,
It made me mild.
I wonder how to solve,
I suggest: bring it back,
Stop it, do’t stack.
Here and now, he did it:
At ones, so brave,
Impressive, and I gave:
him a job, I made him:
A stock clerk ! in:
MY own grocery shop !
For many years, he:
Became my best bob !
In my name.

Zmn, 28th may 2018