A Petal At a Time
I met her the other day
At a friends house par-tay
She danced gracefully
Me, geriatrically
I liked the way she looked
Like bait, I was hooked!
When she left, I got plastered
Woke up like a useless bastard
Realizing I’d forgotten
What her name was - I’m so rotten!
I hardly know her from my soap
But wishful thinkers - we have hope.
I pondered her for hours
While disarranging flowers
A petal at a time
As I sang that senseless rhyme:
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she lets me rot
Before I lost the plot
I thought she was called… Peggy?
It wouldn’t matter to me
If her name was Half Past Three
Even though it doesn’t rhyme
With a petal at a time
The whisper of it rings
A bell for he who sings:
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she lets me rot
What her name was - I forgot
Maybe it was… Jenny?
That social app on my mobile
Led me to her public profile
I touched her likeness, held my breast
Then sent off a ‘friend request’.
Tears of joy joined petal mess
The silly lass clicked on ‘Yes’.
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she lets me rot
I may smoke too much pot
But you know she’s not… Kenny!
Oh my god, it’s not funny
I pocket dialed her from the dunny
Left a message most unfit
Told her to delete it!
The last petal I plucked
Told me… I sucked!
She lets me rot, she loves me not
She listened to my bowl shot!
She’s right to let me rot you know
Her proper name is Penny!
Penny, Penny, Penny, Penny…
She’s right to let me rot you know
Her proper name is Penny!
Copyright © Daniel Davies | Year Posted 2016
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