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I Ran Away With The Meat Shop Boy

I was in the garden behind the shop
When I heard a thud and the swish of a chop
I turned around, and got a shocking surprise
The most handsome boy was right before my eyes
I let out a gasp and dropped all my chard
It floated to the ground, scattered in the yard
I quickly dropped down and hid behind the gate
As the boy turned around just a little too late
I held my breath until I heard him go inside
Then I slowly stood up and let out a sigh
I picked up the chard in a disconcerted haze
And dropped it off in the shop in a dreamy daze
The next day I was blending some peas
When I heard the bell and felt the rush of a breeze
I looked up to see who had entered the shop
And I swear, right then, my heart must of stopped
It was the boy from yesterday
He opened his mouth and started to say -
But then his eyes met mine and silence fell
Broken finally by the tinkle of a bell
My father walked inside and I hurriedly looked down
To find that my drink, still blending, had turned brown
I bottled it up and placed it on a rack
And then I heard a resounding smack
My father had shoved the boy out the door,
"We don't sell to you!" He roared.
He stomped into the back room, his face red as a beet
As I stared, standing, frozen on my feet
I watched the boy return to the next shop on the street
And then I realized - his shop sold meat.
That night, I was in the backyard of the shop
In my nightgown, pulling out carrots with a plop
When I heard a pst from the other side of the gate
I stood up, wondering who would come here this late
On the other side of the fence was the meat-selling boy
Just the sight of his face made me smile with joy
He dropped down on one knee and confessed to his love
And compared my eyes to the stars from above
Quickly, I pulled him behind a tree
Smiling, happy, giddy with glee
But in an instant, my smile was wiped away
Replaced with a frown, worrisome and gray
My parents were vegetarians, his loved meat
Having a relationship would be no easy feat
I whispered this problem, a tear sliding down my cheek
And for a few seconds, the boy did not speak
Then he whispered a suggestion into my ears
One that made me wipe away all my tears
The next morning the sun rose and my parents got up
But when they went downstairs, there was no coffee in their cup
Instead, on their table, they found a note
And as they read what I had wrote
My mother collapsed into a chair
My father pulled out all his hair
My sister shook her head like she knew it all along
And my brother reread it, thinking he must of read it wrong
My picture was removed from the family tree
My family refuses to even speak of me
First in a long line of vegetarians, I have brought shame
Soiled, befouled, stained the family name
My good name, my dignity, all of it destroyed
All because I ran away with the meat-shop boy

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