Room 88
I saw her walking out the door,
Eyes met as we took the lift,
Hands touched, when we hit the bar,
I asked her out, that was her gift.
Went for a drive by sea and shore,
We watched the tide, I sensed a shift.
She took me to her room and said:
“Before we start, my name is Ted!”
The moral of this tale is plain to see,
Where there’s a doubt, retreat hastily.
Copyright © Desi Gall | Year Posted 2019
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