Betsy was a lady
with hair down to her arse
she loved her boutique clothing
despite it being sparse
She walked into a diner
to grab a bite to go
She didn’t see him staring
She didn’t even know
Then she left the diner
to walk out in the park
she didn’t know he followed
despite it getting dark
When she stopped to ponder
the trail that was amiss
the man jumped out and grabbed her
her lips was where he kissed
She thought that she was being
hurt by some old kooky nut
she knew that she could hit him
she knew she’d kick his butt
but when she saw his face then
under the moon so bright
she realized its her lover
Her man, her Mister Right!

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

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