Minerva

Minerva

© 2016 Jeff Jackson

I heard some rumors ‘bout Minerva

How she was wild and aloof

She sauntered up to my front stoop

Wanting to show some proof

Prefer to talk about Minerva

While she’s conveniently gone

I glance outside and there she is

She’s dancing on my front lawn 

Minerva’s curious

Minerva comes in close

Makes me furious

My heart is bread for toast

Hold my opinion ‘bout Minerva

At least for a few more days

I watched her closely to suit my taste

And felt my eyebrows raise

What’s not to like about Minerva?

She’s feeding me with joy

She’s bringing gifts almost every day

Although her eyes seem so coy

Minerva’s curious

Minerva takes my hand

Makes me nervous

My heart’s a one-man band

Don’t try to tame her

She’ll only roll her eyes

Sometimes the ones we don’t expect

Turn out to be most wise

Minerva’s curious

Minerva has come home

Makes me nervous

My heart’s a slide trombone

Minerva’s curious

Minerva smiles so sweet

Makes me nervous

What next she’ll do with me.