Her curves were real
And made of steel
she jogged along the path
I watched her pairs and did the math

Mint green t, V-neck, super tight
Shorts so short I could see daylight
Arreola hints and could cut glass
Couldn't decide where to stare, **** or ***

Then she looked and smiled at me
Infatuating blue eyes and bright white teeth
Celestial nose, with a turned up tip
Short red hair and pouty lips

She said hello, and jogged away
I went back the next day
She wasn't there never again seen
I suffer each day from what might have