As a man stands in a pub all alone,
He can just make out a womens tone,
A womens tone who sounds soft and sweet,
The kind of women he has been dying to meet,
As she walks over and is chatting him up,
He gets so nervous, he thought he would throw up,
But when she says it will be okay,
To her dissapointment he says:
'Please go away'
As he didn't want her to see him in this terrible way.
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