Come with me
I said with glee
I'll take you to bed
Or we'll kiss instead

She agreed to the former
But it didn't seem to warm her
In fact, she seemed sad
Was I that bad?

It ended short
For we were keen to abort
And she ran away madly
Perhaps even gladly

Not really worth a dime
And I think next time
In search of better joy
I’ll pay for a boy