The meal it was good
As well it should
The waitress is looking fine
But she will not be mine
Outside the red hot sunshine
Beats down upon the sweaty brine
But in the unforgiving light
One learning to overcome and fight
And she's locked within my sight
Her eyes and mine are burning bright
But this moment is always fleeting
But on her eyes I am meditating
And a song to her I am dedicating
And with baited breath I sit waiting
But an answer from her does not come
And my heart once again feels numb
And beaten out upon my heartstring drum
And this my whole life up does sum
The meal was good
As bloody well it should
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow.... and she's locked within my sight her eyes and mine are burning bright but this moment is always fleeting but on her eyes i'm meditating amazing lines matt......