Reversing Course
It seems I got the short end of the stick
when toying with this girl. I start to sing
an ardent song, presuming it would click
with her who’d cater to my worshipping
advance. But she commences making eyes
at me. She might as well play cavalier,
prepared to clutch an amatory prize.
I felt my dormant passion start to rear.
Forget my former quest of keeping her
enraptured by my captivating tune.
Her piercingly arresting eyes would stir
my fancy to an amatory swoon.
And rather than supposing she’d draw near
to me, I felt resigned to nibble on her ear.