We met these two guys, on a Saturday night,
The air felt crisp, and the moon shone bright.
They pulled up beside us, in their Lovemobile,
With cheesy smiles, and wheels of steel.
With the usual patter, we set up a date,
We'll meet up tomorrow, and don't be late!
Then go for a spin, to a local pub,
There's a pool table there, and some cracking grub!
Our carriage arrived, the very next day,
We jumped in the back, and were on our way!
Last night, they looked fine, by the light of the dash,
But the date was set up, in one mad rush!
I had searched high and low, for my Steve McQueen,
But instead, I was lumbered with Mr Bean!
When he turned to smile, I gave such a gasp!
He looked like a Bulldog, chewing a wasp!
Now, I'm no oil painting, and the first to agree!
But he wasn't my type, he just wasn't for me!
We had to hatch something, come up with a plan!
How on earth, could we get out of this? I felt like Desperate Dan!
We arrived at the pub, and made our way in,
Let's sit here! He said, with that cheesy grin!
We're off to the Ladies! I suddenly said,
As this crazy idea, crept into my head!
We clawed our way out, like rats from a sack!
Straight through the exit door, there at the back!
We legged it through fields, with the wind in our hair!
As if, we'd been chased, by a Mad Grizzly Bear!
What a disaster!
To say the least,
I'm no beauty,
But he certainly was a beast!
Jayne Louise Davies
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