My Quandary Poem by Cowboy Ron Williams

My neighbor wants to get me into bed.
I don't know why; I've never done a thing.
She must have thought some little word I said
would indicate I want to have a fling.

I never meant to lead her on like that;
this kind of thing could get quite out of hand.
Perhaps we'd better have a little chat
and I can try to make her understand.

It's hard to talk to her; I blush a lot;
my hands get clammy and my feet get cold;
my throat constricts so, and my face gets hot,
because I never have been very bold.

I can't just give her what her heart desires.
I've got to try to quench forbidden fires!