Little Jiminy Cricket was walking down the street.

Singing to his own beat.

Him and the blue birds making melodies.

He was on his merry way to deliver some pretty flowers.

He was in no rush and had time to kill.

Had just over half an hour…

So in order to pass time

As Jiminy passed by the passer-bys…

He thought up a love poem in his head so smooth it’d even make her heart sigh.

Not gonna lie, Jiminy wasn’t all that fly.

But he had one thing going for him.

He was a real cricket and never lied.

Jiminy knew she liked that kind of thing.

It made him so mad when she got stood up by all her flings.

And each time she cried to him it was just another bee sting.

Love is an emotion and a friend is just a thing.

So back to the present,

Jiminy wasnt tryin’ to be her anti depressant

or temporary should to cry on.

He was done messin’

He knew he had to make do with the confessin.

Cause she was leavin town.

And if Jiminy never made a move he’d never live it down.

As Jiminy got nearer to her house the colorful houses faded.

He knew where he was going but only saw the poem forming in his head reinstated.

Rehashed, replayed, remade.

He put in more than he’d ever thought he gave.

And the web is woven.

The spider god has chosen.

Jiminy knocks on the door.

Ready to make or break.

She opens up and smiles at Jiminy.

He smiles and says

“Shit, wait! I forgot to memorize the poem I made!”

She said “What Poem Jiminy? And you’re late! I’ve been waiting for you Jiminy but your here now and…”

“Please Jenny, hold on a second. Wait.”

“I gotta tell you something I’ve held in for a very long time.

You are the moon that guides me through the dark with your shine.

You pick me up and beat me up when I am in a rut. You make me tough. You’re more than just sweet and kind. You know when to not let me recline.

Jenny, to me, you are a comfy beat. That I only listen to when I want some intimacy.

Your smile is the clap.

Your skin gives me the touch.

To make bodily music with our movements and….such and such.

Your voice is the tssst.

Like when you pull me aside and say pssst.

Lets sneak out and drive fast cause we both like the rush.

Your hand in mine is the bass.

The weight of the beat.

We come together as one mass combo of sour and sweet.

You are the beat to my box.

Without you I’m just cardboard.

In the attic unkempt, dusty, stinky, and bored.

Jenny take my hand in yours 

Lets fly away and explore.

Me and you

Jiminy and Jenny

Who knows whats in store!”

Jenny stands for just a moment in awe and shock.

Surprising Jiminy, cause Jenny thought quick on her feet cause her brain was never locked.

Then the brief silence came to a close.

When she removed her pantyhose.

And ripped off my cricket clothes.

She loved Jiminy the whole time 

and felt more than fine.

Cause Jiminy was down too.

Then without further adue..

She ripped off Jiminy’s clothes 

And shoved him in her room.

Door closed.

Laughs and noises of pleasure.

Spare you the detail for good measure…

I’m pretty sure you get the point..

When you love someone don’t fall under pressure.

And another rose just arosed.

And so on and so forth this love phenomena goes.

Like the contagious chirp of a cricket in the night.