She was in a hurry,
A coffee to go
She began to worry
She was moving too slow
The coffee came
She paid quickly
He saw the dame
And acted swiftly
He ran to the door
A moment too soon
That young man, poor
Now he’s a goon
“Sorry Miss”
He said Sincere
I must confess
My mind is not clear
You are a beauty;
More than a dove
I am so clumsy,
I know I found love.
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 11:56 AM UTC
She was in a hurry,
A coffee to go
She began to worry
She was moving too slow
The coffee came
She paid quickly
He saw the dame
And acted swiftly
He ran to the door
A moment too soon
That young man, poor
Now he’s a goon
“Sorry Miss”
He said Sincere
I must confess
My mind is not clear
You are a beauty;
More than a dove
I am so clumsy,
I know I found love.