where do all the nice girls go,
maybe they melt away with the snow.
Did they sail of to a better land,
if so why didn't they take me by the hand.
maybe they were eaten by all the vulgar vixens,
or sqaushed by all thier parent contradictions.
All the girls I see on the streets where i live,
seem to have a brain like a sieve,
They aint got no loving to give,
They just wanna shout and fight,
and make love to strangers in the cold open night.
I just wanna find a girl who will love me forever,
and not treat me like a dirty fallen feather.
Maybe one day i will meet a nice girl,
until then I will hide in my shell,
no one gets in and i dont come out,
so go give someone else your piggish pout.
Where did all the nice girls go,
I'm single so I dont know.
I can't help you there, Vincent, but I'm pretty sure there's a girl for every boy and vice versa. I wrote a poem called 'The Right Girl for Me', my son gave me the idea when he was 'girl' hunting! ! ! ! ! You might like to take a look at it. Enjoyed this one very much. Love Ernestine XXX
'Teenagey' in sound, as I believe was your intention. Skilfull, entertaining writing. Regards, Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if you dont take life as an adventure..finding out what is behind all those piggish pouts and all the fair ladies. you aint goning to live. live every moment of failure with excitement. the real girl will see attraction in that.