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I Call Her Rainbow
she calls me annoying
I fell madly in love with her the day we met.
There wasn’t a rainbow in sight.
Just a rainbowless beauty with emerald green eyes,
gorgeous auburn hair, a fiery temper and
the worst taste in clothing I’d ever seen.
I asked her to marry me.
What she wore didn’t much matter.
Until the day I accidentally saw her wedding gown.
It was hellishly outrageous. I had to tell her. I really had to.
“Darling, is there a reason why your wedding gown
is red with bananas sewn all over the skirt
and lime green ivy climbing…”
She looked as if she might explode.
“What! You looked at my wedding gown??”
That was the very first time I saw colors bursting
around her… like a rainbow.
Rip-roaring-red-on-a-rampage,
outraged orange, furious fuscia swirling around
that heavenly head of wild auburn hair.
“Accidentally! I’m sorry! I saw it by mistake, not on purpose!…
and… well… I only mention it because… uh…
I thought you’d be married in white…”
That was my second mistake.
She walked right up to me in her
weary worn sneakers, pushed her lovely
but suddenly reddening face way too close
to mine and shouted…
“White? Why? You want your mommy
to think I’m a virgin?”
Those rainbow colors of hers
were becoming angrier,
circling her like lethal gases.
At that moment I was both terrified
and crazily in love.
“Well… no… no… not exactly…
but…
