Hank couldn't understand
What the two young dames at
The bar were saying in
Their foreign tongue, perched on
High stools in their short skirts,
With nine tenths of their thighs
Showing and their dark eyes
Glowing, but their furtive
Stares and girlish giggles,
Their excited mutters,
Led him to believe it
Was he himself they were
Focused on, that their high
Spirits were latched on to,
But he discerned their kind,
Knew their game, he knew what
They were after, and slow
Sipping the last of his
Beer, gave them the wink and
Smile, got up from his stool
And at his slow Robert
Mitchum pace went out to
Rejoin the dejected
But all too human race.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
Hank couldn't understand
What the two young dames at
The bar were saying in
Their foreign tongue, perched on
High stools in their short skirts,
With nine tenths of their thighs
Showing and their dark eyes
Glowing, but their furtive
Stares and girlish giggles,
Their excited mutters,
Led him to believe it
Was he himself they were
Focused on, that their high
Spirits were latched on to,
But he discerned their kind,
Knew their game, he knew what
They were after, and slow
Sipping the last of his
Beer, gave them the wink and
Smile, got up from his stool
And at his slow Robert
Mitchum pace went out to
Rejoin the dejected
But all too human race.
