So near she stood,
So very near.
Her heart was to me so dear,
And I wished to kiss her, so I neared.
To her front I neared so sly,
And in her eyes I gazed so shy.
A kiss from her would be so fine,
It’s all that I want for mine.
I got my nerve,
And said to her,
“my you look pretty”,
she looked at me sort of giddy.
I saw my chance,
I took my stance,
I embraced her and to her surprise,
I kissed her to her demise.
She stepped back with a glare,
She swung and slapped me bare.
I thought I was the master,
She turned and called me “bastard”.
I touched my face with pride,
I would be the envy of my tribe,
I have kissed the Beauty,
And the Beauty took my face as booty.
Now, I in my inexperience,
Knew not what to make of this,
I once heard if they act ‘matter of fact’,
It means they fancy you, and all of that.
So I in my ignorance,
Said to myself as I stood,
This is good,
And so I would,
Repeat my effective style.
For quite a tiresome, fruitless while.