"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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