' What A Waste '
She walked towards me down our street
my fluttering heart missed a beat
My throat went dry I felt oh so shy
and my knees began to knock
She was the most beautiful thing
I had ever seen in a frock
I wanted to say “ hello “but nothing came
As though my voice box had gone lame.
I was besotted by her natural beauty
I turned as she walked past,
she was brimming with allure
and she had an hourglass figure
Later I related the story to my friend
of the beauty I had encountered that day
he gave me a strange look and said
“ Don’t you know her? Her name is Kay.”
She is not your type my dear pal
she is an assistant librarian….. and
she is a lesbian as well
Those last words went down like a bomb
And really left me feeling quite numb.
I was devastated, shattered beyond belief
I stayed in for the rest of the week
wallowing in my grief.
I prided myself with my choice
one could see I had taste.
But my god, what a waste, what a waste,
what a waste.