She walked towards me down our street
my fluttering heart missed a beat
My throat went dry I felt oh so shy
and my knees began to knock
She was the most beautiful thing
I had ever seen in a frock
I wanted to say “ hello “but nothing came
As though my voice box had gone lame.
I was besotted by her natural beauty
I turned as she walked past,
she was brimming with allure
and she had an hourglass figure
Later I related the story to my friend
of the beauty I had encountered that day
he gave me a strange look and said
“ Don’t you know her? Her name is Kay.”
She is not your type my dear pal
she is an assistant librarian….. and
she is a lesbian as well
Those last words went down like a bomb
And really left me feeling quite numb.
I was devastated, shattered beyond belief
I stayed in for the rest of the week
wallowing in my grief.
I prided myself with my choice
one could see I had taste.
But my god, what a waste, what a waste,
what a waste.
No waste in this verse. Good work!
Very funny one Gordon! Made me laugh. Thanks. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
I liked this very much too. I would have titled it What a waist and changed the last line to But my god, what a waist, what a waste, of waist.