Life Lesson Number One - Poem by Andy Brookes
The floor was of cedar, sprung you said,
Was tastefully draped with Persian rugs.
On the sofa two Afghan hounds lay redolent.
Come sit by the fire you said.
I thought you, in my sixteen year old naivety,
You offered me red wine I sipped
Disappointed by its taste I swear, truly,
I've never drunk it since.
Your seduction goes awry
For I am only interested in your mind
Your mind's on something else.
Your anger, which I didn't understand
Nor the signals which you had given.
The trouble with you, you said, is your too clever by half.
No ones interested in your brains.
I fled in tears red faced.
It was a life lesson, well learned,
No one, I realised too late, likes a smart arse.
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