"Boy in a Dining Car" by Norman Rockwell‘Crime of Youth’ by David Watt The Society April 6, 2018 Humor, Poetry, Short Stories 10 Comments I knew her when I could be called a youth And life had not uncovered certain truths Apparent to detectives, super-sleuths; Such as ‘Best clues are found within untruth.’ For boasting of a car with plushest trim, Expensive belted tires, alloy rims, Made me no better than deceptive crims – With chance of non-detection just as slim. And then to cap it all, I had to boast I’d travelled mighty wide, seen foreign coasts, Slept in hotels grand, dined on French toasts, Bought all my suits on Saville Row, almost! Unfortunately, when our first date came, Her knowing eyes soon recognised my games, Called me by some less than loving names; Sneered through lip-sticked lips, “You’re all the same!’’ But then, to my surprise, she spoke at length, About a talent prized above all strengths: The sense to recognise Deception’s lengths; Departing with the phrase “God give me strength!” Deflated, somewhat wiser, still in shock, I tucked my tattered jeans inside odd socks, Freed racing-bike from combination locks; Chewed bubble-gum on way to home – took stock. David Watt is a writer from Canberra, the “Bush Capital” of Australia. He has contributed regularly to Collections of Poetry and Prose by Robin Barratt. When not working for IP (Intellectual Property) Australia, he finds time to appreciate the intrinsic beauty of traditional rhyming poetry. Related Post ‘A Poem’s Truth’ by Michael Stutz A poem's truth, when presently revealed Inside its lines where they had first congealed Will fill you with a youthful ardent joy— Like fi... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 10 Responses David Hollywood April 6, 2018 This is great David, I am still smiling as I reflect upon boastful naivety as expressed through this lovely poem, I suppose a growing up poem from our youth. To start it with the maturity of reflection sets the stage wonderfully. Terrific, and I am still enjoying it. Thank you. Reply Fr. Richard Libby April 6, 2018 This is a very well-written poem. Congratulations, Mr. Watt! Reply Amy Foreman April 6, 2018 This also sounds a lot like what I hear happens in the world of online dating, where profiles tend to be puffed-up versions of each person’s best self, and the face-to-face meeting is a bit of a let-down. Thanks Mr. Watt, for a humorous look at human nature! Reply James Sale April 6, 2018 Very amusing – I really enjoyed it, and agree with Amy that it sounds like on-line dating, about which we should always remember: the odds are good, but the goods are odd. Reply Amy Foreman April 6, 2018 Great motto, James! That made me chuckle! Reply Allen April 6, 2018 Course, it depends on where he got his tattered jeans and old socks. If it was today if they were from a ‘with it’ source he would be Saville Row. His crime, shoving pants in sockes1 Reply Timothy Onyebuchi April 6, 2018 I’ve had a good loud smile, David. I wish all liars will get this kind of humiliation so they can begin to have a rethink — stick to the truth no matter how unsavoury it sounds. Thanks, David. Reply David Watt April 6, 2018 Thank you everyone for your appreciation of this poem! I agree with Amy and James that the world of on-line dating often results in similar situations. I loved the motto written by James : “The odds are good, but the goods are odd.” Shoving pants in socks – definitely a crime of style. Reply Steven Shaffer April 9, 2018 Nicely done! Reply David Watt April 10, 2018 Thank you Steven! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.