Arm in arm
Hand in hand
Heart to heart
Toward the piny woods where promises become real.
A small turd shape plummeted from the spires
To land at your feet.
"Ewww!" you said, jumping back,
Scanning the treetop for the malevolent critter
That would dare such an affront
Your distance straining the reach of my hand.
"Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" you shrieked,
Looking down to see the short grass filled
With a multitude of the small turd shapes.
"Arrrrrrggghhhh!" I moaned as you dashed away
The moment breaking as did our grasped hands
My fervent ardor already turning a shade of blue.