Elijah Wyman I Still Hate New Hampshire
It’s the day before August and summer is waning.
It’s festival weekend and it’s just started raining.
It’s one more reason to hate this state,
with its noisy kids filling venues that don’t pay.
Across the parking lot I catch your eye.
No girl should stay wet if I can keep her dry.
I say, “Hey there,” you say “Hey fella,
you going my way? Want to share that umbrella?”
I say, “ok.”
Up until now I’ve never noticed
how cute you are.
How cute you are.
Rhonda, I like you
