This Must Be My Lucky Day (Lyrics) Poem by richard (mak) makinson

Dancing for me at table seventeen
Blonde hair and a body to die for
I reach out a hand she spins around
And shows me a little more
Another green Bill releases her dress
Leaving nothing for me to imagine

Five feet nine a blue eyed dream
She wrote a number on my arm
Saying you've just won the star prize
When you leave wait in this car
A fantasy of mine is coming alive
I hope she can show me the way
My friend said I'll get the cheque
This must be your lucky day

Middle

Just after three the street is clean
From a side door she ran to the car
She got in and turned the radio down
I took the key and shut the door
And when she told me her address
It was somewhere I'd tried to imagine

Like a cat that got the cream
I held her tight in my arms
Saying you gave me quite a surprise
When you looked into my heart
A fantasy of mine has come alive
I know she can show me the way
I said remember to send that text
This must be my lucky day

© Richard Makinson