A Poem For the 'Beautiful Builder' At the The Ricoh Arena

She looked really impressive Small; and full of pride A nonchalant gait, but sophisticate Her work mates by her side. It felt like she'd built it all herself Her hard hat firmly in place With a confident stare in the medias glare an emancipated face. I wanted to get to know her I wanted to shake her hand I wanted to say in my own private way 'Will you take me to my stand ?' But as the sun shone through the vomitary something made me upset Her charms I decline She'll never be mine She was smoking a cigarette !