He tried his best to throw a good spiral.
The football always veered off to the left.
After a couple throws his shoulder hurt.
He knew the old man was disappointed.
"You'll get better," the old man patronized.
The old man had hoped his son was like him.
For good or ill, his strengths were not in sports.
The son shrugged and said he would go walking.
He liked to be out for long walks alone.
No one to let down but himself out there.
Nature judges nothing it created.
He admired the tangled roots of the trees.
While out there, he came across something strange.
A young lady in rags dancing about.
He was afraid to approach; She seemed crazed.
She made eye contact and said, "Dance with me!"
He shook his head, watching from a distance.
She pranced between the trees and over roots.
She grabbed a branch and swung herself on top.
She landed on the branch and stood up straight.
The young man marveled at this behavior.
He looked down and saw a can with some change.
Was this some performance to earn money?
If so, she should be on a busy street.
She continued to leap up the great tree.
She clasped the top branch using her bare feet.
Balancing her body perfectly there.
With one leap her feet landed on the ground.
As she was descending her cloak flew up.
It exposed her bare breasts, making him blush.
He averted his eyes, feeling awkward.
"What did you think?" She asked curiously.
"Very nice," he muttered, handing her money.
She placed it inside her little tin can.
He asked why she performed in the forrest.
She said trees were her favorite audience.
"They always give a standing ovation."
He laughed at her silly observation.
She had a massive grin that was charming.
He imagined himself kissing her lips.
Out of the blue, she pecked him on the lips.
"What made you do that?" He asked with a blush.
She shrugged and said, "Couldn't think of why not."
He stared at her at first, then kissed her back.
