Out on a date with a girl I dated,
On a date I can’t recall right now,
On the scene I’d seen her a lot,
And she was like the wife of Lot,
Wish I stopped and turned back,
As soon as her back was turned,
Oh, how I slipped and fell in love,
It turned to hell in love with her,
Women do mental and incremental,
Men decide on a side or step aside,
Telling my mind I became her man,
Even called me Herman one night,
Dispute, then dinner date that night,
Argued about, “all you men who..”,
She wasn’t too hard to get through,
I just lazed through the long menu,
I can still remember those eyes,
Those “I”s never turned into “we”,
But she was an expert about us,
Coitus, fabulous, surplus, minus,
Never skirted around any issues,
Until her skirt fell down her ankles,
Love makes the careless care less,
Trapped and wrapped in rhapsody,
All the ladies loved to hate on her,
I hated when I had to wait on her,
But well worth her weight in bed,
Cocked frame was never the same,
And some men would come…or go,
As a slayer player I could sway her,
On my snake oil cane she was able,
Broke the record, I turned the table,
Tipped the waiter and I dissed her,
Went missing, but still missed her,
I fucked up, and plucked up flowers,
At her door heard running showers,
Oh man, how could I still rate her?
Serving some sex with the waiter?
And said, “I love you”, but I fixed her,
She found me in bed with her sister.
Rodney S. O. Campbell ©
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