Please Come to Boston

I’m listening to the song
Please Come to Boston,
one of my favorites.

Oh how I love that
song and its lyrics
partly because
originally I’m from
close to Boston.

And I like the way he
plaintively pleads with
a woman to come and
be with him in the
places he moves to.

But I’m thinking to myself
that he should quit
screwing around and just
be with her.

And if he keeps screwing
by moving to different
places that she, his
number one fan, doesn’t
want to move to, he
could rightfully lose her.

And were I him, I wouldn’t
risk losing her.

And even if I had to go
through the burning
flames of a hell
instead of nice places
like he’s going to
in the song

I’d do it
just to be with her.

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

80, last Piscean month, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, long ago from MA. Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life, feeling fantastic and eternally youthful, always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional, some are not. I write about Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, Historical events like The Burning Times, Fictional Characters I Create, and much more . I write a minimum of 3 poems daily. View all posts by BobBoyd