28 September 2012
There's this girl at the bar I see every week.
Flirts with her eyes, with a certain mystique.
Her smile draws crowds, Only men it seems.
'Look at me, look at me' her body language screams.
I feel she wants me but I know it isn't so.
I ask for her number and get a polite no.
I'll be back the next week, same place, same time.
Maybe she'll want me then Maybe she'll like this rhyme.
The Bartender • Opuss № I