Monday 3 November 2014

Tom Bickerdyke B group

"Struck out"
She was very pretty,
so I wrote her a little ditty.
It was a weak attempt to woo,
no way it would strike true.

Luckily she'd had a lot to drink,
that sharp alcoholic stink.
She was flattered and charmed,
my delicate ego, never harmed.

I decided to go for a kiss,
sure enough, I didn't miss.
It seemed to be going well,
this night was surely swell.

I walked her back to her door,
my desires I couldn't ignore.
I suggested we go to her room,
that's when she chased me off, with a broom.

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