She went upon a dinner date.
Tried to pursue that perfect mate.
Stood up straight, performed on stage.
Crazy words from paper page.
Went hunting, armed with nothing but words.
Most of them fellas out hunting birds.
Just wanting maybe, a rapid **** from some old bag.
Went to the library to check all the books.
Sitting there silently.
Self absorbed, in their looks.
Took her wallet to the store.
In the hope that maybe she will score.
After all, single men still need to shop.
Will that single woman ever stop.
Or must her quest go on?
(c) Livvi
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 6:16 AM UTC
She went upon a dinner date.
Tried to pursue that perfect mate.
Stood up straight, performed on stage.
Crazy words from paper page.
Went hunting, armed with nothing but words.
Most of them fellas out hunting birds.
Just wanting maybe, a rapid **** from some old bag.
Went to the library to check all the books.
Sitting there silently.
Self absorbed, in their looks.
Took her wallet to the store.
In the hope that maybe she will score.
After all, single men still need to shop.
Will that single woman ever stop.
Or must her quest go on?
(c) Livvi
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