Wednesday, October 5, 2016

I met her in a bar


I met her in a bar
We dated once or twice
Took her to the flicks
She really was quite nice

I liked her perky smile
Grinning from ear to ear
She had oddball humour
And really was a dear

Love is a fickle thing
Blows away on the breeze
I'd asked her to marry
As I was on my knees

She sadly shook her head
For that was not to be
Her dad was a notable
So that was the end of me

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5 comments:

  1. Some come..some go..but at least there was a flutter of possibility

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  2. so sad that she chose station over love. She was unworthy of you.

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  3. Love is a fickle thing
    Blows away on the breeze

    One learns to anticipate how love can fizzle away. More so being fickle minded is a lady's domain. Very true Robin!

    Hank

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  4. She didn't deserve you, if that was the case.

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