A Near-Sighted Romance Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

A Nearsighted Romance

A few years back I was out on a fling.
So, I drove over to a new hot spot;
It would allow me a place to unwind,
And for me, give romance another shot.

I entered the club feeling some good vibes,
When I saw a beauty across the room.
As tingling chills went up and down my spine,
I had the feeling love's blossom would bloom.

Aw yes, I must pounce upon this moment,
Good fortune had finally come my way!
Oh, I imagined a wedding bell's peal,
While thinking of romantic things to say!

Then to look cool I took my glasses off
And then shuffled around my jet-black hair.
Next, I sprayed some mint into my mouth,
When finished, I slyly slid out my chair.

Next, I trained my focus on her image,
As cat-like across the stone floor I walked.
I tried then to recall some poetry,
Hoping I might steal her heart as we talked.

I would say, 'Thou art the rarest treasure, '
And, 'T'was fate that ledest me here to thee.'
But blindly I tripped and fell in her arms,
That's when I realized that she was a he!

As he wrapped masculine arms around me,
The odor from his armpit found my nose;
My eyes froze fixed on his gorilla legs,
As to the floor fell his French panty hose.

My eyes refocused as my stomach churned,
I thought, 'How did I get into this mess? '
Then he said, with the Terminator's voice,
'I'll be back, Dear, must go n' fix my dress.'

He winked as one of his huge lashes fell,
But I ran as soon as I got the chance.
I vowed to always keep my glasses on
Whenever I go out looking for romance.

©Loyd C. Taylor, Sr