KISSING AS AN ART FORM 
by Mariane Holbrook 

My mama told me someday I'd begin to likin' kissin.' 
She said I'd wake one mornin' and would see what I'd been missin'. 
But I was just a kid then and I paid her no attention, 
'Cuz kissin' boys was something far beyond my comprehension. 

My days were spent on roller skates and climbin' apple trees 
And rollin' marbles on cement 'til I would skin my knees. 
We'd line up dolls along the walls and give them names like Charlotte
And dress them in red velvet as befits a Broadway starlet. 

But then one day I saw a boy who made me do some thinkin.' 
His big blue eyes just looked at me, and then he started winkin.' 
My heart did flip-flops, I felt faint, my eyes began to flutter. 
He kissed me full upon the lips and then I turned to butter. 

So, mom, I understand your thoughts about the fun of kissin,' 
And I've been sittin' here just now and sort of reminiscin.' 
I learned a lot of things in school, like learnin' and obeyin.' 
But kissin' was one subject that I vowed to make an "A" in.