Thursday, 19 September 2013

She looks good to me




I offer her a drink

She shows her glass still half full

A pout on her lips

 

Then shakes her head

More in fun than in denial

She looks good to me

 

It is Saturday

I am in a bar tonight

Must look too lonely

 

I’ll wait for my mates

Fact is I am not handsome

Better in a crowd

 

Look around the room

Life’s sure not easygoing

Breathe in sex and booze

 

She taps my shoulder

“You’re lucky, I’ve changed my mind

I’ve just been dumped”

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6 comments:

  1. Altonian19 September 2013 at 00:48

    That's the time to say: "Thanks, but no thanks!"

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  2. Nanka19 September 2013 at 03:15

    In fact I think the sly easygoing one is about to be dumped again by a wise old handsome man!!

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  3. J Cosmo Newbery19 September 2013 at 04:43

    So, sometimes the bridesmaid wins? There's hope for me yet!

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  4. Jae Rose19 September 2013 at 11:00

    Beer goggles time? I love your poems Old Egg..they are like a cocktail of wry humour..a little sadness..and a cherry that winks..is it fact or fiction..

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  5. Ann (bunnygirl)19 September 2013 at 11:06

    If you're her second choice, keep looking...unless she's your second choice, too!

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  6. Sheilagh Lee19 September 2013 at 11:40

    sounds like he should say sorry I'm waiting for someone special and you're not it.

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