She came at me with intent
She wanted my lips
She wanted them then and there
Both of them
Top
and bottom
Right then
Right there
No small talk
No flirting
No amorous banter
Just a crooked lunge
A hit and hope
A stab in the dark
Ow!
Don’t get me wrong
I’m all up for a bit of passion from the hip
a bit of rum she bean an that
But on this occasion
I wasn’t
Why?
because on this occasion the advances were being made
by what looked like a frantic invalid
A wacko banshee
A madcap muttonhead
frothing at the mouth
and grasping for her alarm cord
Had she lost her false teeth??
the only alarm ringing though
was in my head
it was screaming
RETREAT
RETREAT
RETREAT
So I did
But I also know that the bad lights and free flowing alcohol
Were to blame for my enthusiasts unfavourable state
so i don't bear any grudges
We’ve all been there
Haven’t we?
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