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TWENTY - Part the FirstPsixpence is a contemporary of mine: a dear poetic friend, and occasional adversary when we indulge in poetic duels. I managed to persuade her to join me in a modern love story, to date a happy tale, but who knows. Thank you Penny. I was in my pulling suit My very best bits of gear Eyeing up the field And trying not to leer When this very tasty piece This ten scoring bird Emerged from the crowd As I just stood and stared I was out with the girls For a night on the town You know the sort of thing, Dancing round your handbag Mini skirt and lots of bling, When this tasty looking lad Gave me such a stare I pretended not to notice As I flicked my long, blonde hair. A gorgeous looking blonde An absolute stunning cracker Better use a bit of suave In just how I attack her So I tapped her on the arm Said there's couples here a plenty But there's only you and me babe That scores a perfect twenty Well he walked up bold as brass With a cheeky chat up line It was obvious he was thinking ‘This chick will soon be mine' But it wouldn't do to let him know I fancied him like mad, And so I just said ‘do one - You're really flippin' sad'! Really great reception Her eyes showed I'd scored No real need to return To the old drawing board I said I love a feisty bird Slipping arm around her waist Said lets go somewhere quiet To discuss our mutual good taste My show of cold hostility Didn't have him fooled And as he moved in closer My mates all grinned ‘you've pulled!' I said ‘hey you, I'm not easy, No matter what you think, And I'm not going anywhere, But you can buy me a drink' We walked to a quieter corner Where I hoped no one would hear ' cos with such a first class pull Didn't want my mates to interfere I said until I saw you girl I didn't know that I was ready Say the word yes babe and lets You and me try going steady I wasn't sure he meant it Or if it was just a line When he asked me to go steady But I certainly felt fine, I sort of shrugged, ‘O.K. then, But don't you get ideas!' I didn't know if it would last For days, or months, or years. Vote for this poem
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