Public Benches

People who see upside-down
 Think the benches around
 The sidewalks and the streets
 Are made only for the impotent or the obese
 But it's an absurdity
 For in reality
 These venerable seats
 Are there to accommodate young lovers when they meet
 Young lovers kissing on park benches publicly
 Publicly, publicly
 Not giving the slightest damn for the
 Honest people's stares
 Young lovers kissing on park benches publicly
 Publicly, publicly
 Saying "I love you" pathetically
 Look pretty nice, if you ask me
 As they sit there holding hands
 They speak of future plans
 Of sky blue wallpaper
 That will dress the pretty walls of their nuptial bedside
 They see what tomorrow knows
 He's smoking while she sews
 Their happiness assured
 While they contemplate the naming of their first-born child
 When the noble what's-their-names
 Happen to contemplate
 Two of these so-and-sos
 They don't hesitate to toss out some venomous names
 Though the entire family clan
 The mom, the girl, the dad
 The son the Holy Ghost
 Wouldn't mind once in a while behaving just the same
 When the heady months have ceased
 When they will have appeased
 All of their burning dreams
 When their sky grows heavy with the darkening clouds above
 They will sadly come to see
 That it was on these streets
 Upon these famous seats
 That they lived the greatest moments of their budding love