He tried so hard to persuade her, he so wanted to invade her space.
Promised her joy,  he said it was waiting at the end of his wriggly finger.
So, said the gent who wanted to linger.
He wanted to stay at the end of their date.
Maybe he wanted to mate.
Can't think why, as spoken by the poets  most sarcastic pen.
Her sense of humour.
Always intact,
Always cool.
This perfect chick was nobody's fool.
She recalled in ample time.
The things her mother said to her.
Very well instilled, they were.
A timely reminder.
"Chicks pull worms", she said to me.
I guess they always will.
And you most certainly were one.
A worm that was.
She turned to him with a pure wry smile.
His right cheek recipient of such a mighty slap
Why the hell are you being so cheesy,
You got me wrong.
I sure ain't easy.
The man  wanting mischief,  was ushered out of the door.
Tail firmly between his legs, nowhere else, that's for sure.
Feeling just a little sore.
This cat's not playing anymore.
(C) Livvi