Little Story about Susie and Dar

The girls were bored and at a loss

To find a treat that did not cost

An arm, a leg, no more a dime

They chose confectionary dross

They pulled two nickels from the grime

And gave them to the clerk part-time

He took the coins, he let them drop

Into the drawer, like bells they chimed

The girls ran from the candy shop

Their hearts aglee with what they'd got

Susie reached in, to her surprise

A fist of icky greenish glop

Back to the store with angry eyes

The girls cried foul, they did despise

Their hopes of candy were not met

The clerk endured their cruel chastise

When Susie said, "You are in debt!"

The clerk's raised brows began to sweat

"Please, Miss, you see, I didn't mean,

to cause you all of this upset."

Miss Sue, she counted to fifteen

Then calmly said, "What do you mean?"

The clerk, named Dar, a smile spread

On lips up to his eyes of green

I found your face, your golden head

Your lilting voice and what you said

It charmed me so, I wanted more

I tried to speak, my voice, it fled

The trick I used, I do deplore

I never meant to make you sore

If you'll forgive, let’s make a plan

To quell our silly little war

Miss Sue, she liked this scheming man

She asked her friend, "Oh, please, Dianne,

If you would hasten to my house

And straighten up the white divan

Dianne, all-knowing, did not grouse

She promptly scampered like a mouse

She cleaned the couch, and baked some bread

She hoped the two, they would espouse

Which they did, in weeks, were wed

Their love it tied a tidy thread

But when Dar makes a sweetened sauce

Sue fears something else instead!

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This Rubaiyat, a Persian-form of poetry, first appeared in ClassicalPoets.org, April 2013