We bought burgers and beers
and sat at a table
where the top was sticky.
She was dressed in leather
her curly hair cut short.
The base camp was busy.
Heavy metal music
erupted from speakers
with chainsaw guitars sounds,
thundering drums, loud vocals.
That Yank ***** we picked up
at Hamburg shares my tent
and goes on about men
she has had or will have,
Lizzy said with a sigh.
We both sipped our cold beers.
I think she has eyes on
the Aussie guy, I said.
Then he can share her tent,
Lizzy said, and I yours.
We both ate our burgers
with a bag of hot fries.
We went in the City
of Oslo afterwards,
seeing the many sights
having a few more beers.
But she slept with the Yank
***** and not with poor me.
Some things not meant to be.