The End of Analog
There once was a young man named Davos
Who thought he was quite the bravado
He saw a young lady, fair and petite
And thought he'd give it his best shot, neat.
He walked up to her with a smile on his face
And tried to impress her with his charm and grace
But alas, he was socially awkward and shy
And the words he spoke came out all awry.
He stuttered and stammered, he tripped and he fell
The lady just looked at him, unimpressed and cold
She stood there in her high heels, hair done just so
And Dave knew he had no chance, oh no.
But little did she know, as she stood there so poised
That she, too, felt awkward and ill-disposed
She wished they had met on social media, where
She could hide behind her avatar, cool and debonair.
But alas, they were stuck in this awkward reality
Where Dave was a bumbling fool and she, just a girl
But maybe, just maybe, if they had met online
They could have had a chance, a love so divine.
So here's to all the awkward folks out there
Who wish they could hide behind a screen and a chair
Don't be afraid to be yourself, my friend
You never know, love might just be waiting on the analog end.
Copyright © Derriziel Pierce | Year Posted 2022
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