A Kiss Under the Mistletoe

I stand in front of the mirror Trying to look a dish Puckering up the lips Practicing for a kiss I half close my eyes For the Greta Garbo look I don’t look a bit like the siren in a book Looks more like I have myopia Squinting like a fool How can I look seductive What's the golden rule Lips all red and shiny Rehearsals come to an end Had plenty of practice Courtesy of a friend I stand here by the mistletoe With what I hope is a seductive face A wet juicy kiss smeared my mouth Yuck what an utter waste. Penned on the 18th December 2013