by Mark Taylor-Blake

Created on: September 05, 2008

TRIAL OF LOVE

I'm never too lazy

Looking at beautiful girls makes me feel like a daisy

It makes me go all crazy

But it makes me happy all the same.

When girls call me by my name

It could be a claim to fame

Or it could set me on the path to shame.

Don't get me wrong that's what I think

Especially if I give that girl a glancing wink

But if she doesn't respond my heart starts to sink

And I'm wondering whether it's because I stink.

I probably need a bath I thought

As the love I show towards her hasn't been bought

I know I need to buy her flowers I ought

Or the coppers will jail me and send me to court.

Confused, alone, can't get a girl

With her flowing locks and gracious twirl

I dread to think I'm destined to be single for a long long time

Coppers, arrest me I know I've committed a crime.

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