My years of chastity a crying shame,
I saw a chance for change at lunch today
When noting she and I ordered the same:
Petite steak, pomme frites and Beaujolais.
Already high from drinking beer and gin,
I revved up confidence, said Hi there twice.
My senses sharp, I craved a carnal sin,
No longer cared about the moral price.
Good luck! She spilled a glass of rum and Coke.
Though I stood to help, he got there first,
And as he dabbed her dry, she hugged the bloke,
Who ordered rounds to feed her boundless thirst.
And when he left with her, his tone sincere,
Dad left me there, and I cried in my beer.
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Ralph
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