Agent’s due to come at dusk
A handsome gent
that smells of musk
The kind of gent
that makes a mama proud
A man to make a young girl
do twirls in the center
of her small living room
Over the moon
About a gent in blue
Brother stands and shakes his head
convinced his sister never will wed
Whether or not the gent is true
Whether he wears red, white or blue
This ones not the one for you
Father enters his scowling face
not a hint of kindness
Not a trace
As he explains to one and to all
It’s not a gent that’s going to call
Family all turns as one to stare
at the man in his overalls
He stands to a height of six foot four
sauntering slowly
towards the door
My sweet little girl I’m sorry to say
it’s not a-gent calling for you today
It’s me that’s been caught
well and good
An agent he is for his livelihood
An agent in blue to take me away
My moonshine still did he find
Up the creek and far away
a-gents not yours
I’m afraid he’s mine
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 