Which Part Did You Fool Her Eyes
You reek of fancy smell
That one worn by a kingly son
You spend your daddy’s golden coins
And drive like a daring prince to town
You open doors like gentlemen
And lead her way to tricky nonse
You smile like she was your world
And dance until she finds romance
Which bait did she first bite?
Was it the fancy smell
Of your rotting four-wheel drive?
Was it your golden coins-
Which piled up credits from your daddy’s bank?
Or the gentle gesture like a sheepish boy,
But tigers roared behind you as time went by.
So which part did you get her fooled?
For neither are you a pretty man.
Nor a roguish broad-shouldered cowboy.
Your small eyes know no mystery
No deep soul to unravel
Your hair is losing healthy strands
And boy, those wrinkles lining up!-
Where did that stress come from?
Your nose they also didn’t seem right
Your lips, oh never mind!
Your brain can count a hundred times, I’ll give you that.
But let x be you, and y be her,
A riddle you cannot solve
So one last time I ask
Which part did you fool her eyes?
Copyright © Cheri Teng | Year Posted 2016
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