The size of my bottom
Has always been a problem
But I fear it's increasing in size
When I go out on dates
With foolish hopes raised
To be dashed by polite little lies:
"I think that you're lovely..."
(They whisper it)
"but..."
or "You're interesting..."
"...but...but..."
Yet their muttered excuses
Compliments, "buts", and ruses
Work together as a perfect disguise
©cih15, 4:51a.m, 22.10.15
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.