A ‘DASHA’ IN CYBERSPACE.

(an encounter with a lass in Ukrania)

How vulnerable, the heart whilst seeking love in cyberspace,

Teased and tempted, by some very pretty foreign face.

She is stunning slender, with beauty beyond compare,

So how can this old soul capture such a one so fair.

Can this be true!, calls the swelling heart at the visualisation.

He smiles, then sighs with a timely realization.

But no, she has him trapped, her words, soft they gently soothed,

Eyes send the message to the brain that now has reality removed.

Still, her sweet words poured, intoxicating like a heady wine

She tells him that she’s lonely, and for him she’ll surely pine.

And well, you can just imagine, the stirring of the bull.

And Oh!, the swelling pride of that lovelorn fool.

What’s next, indeed. A swap of email addresses if you please,

And oh the photo’s, the poses she sends are just set to tease.

Are you ready, it’s heady , her winning ways have won,

And old fool, for only you, the web is neatly spun.

Letter for letter are swiftly exchanged between two hearts true

Then, Dear Sir, the translator statement comes from out the blue

Your lady, she has run out of cash and can’t pay for the translation,

And she worries about you so in the most deepest of trepidation.

Are you still there old fool, or is that the wailing, of a shrieking clown,

Fumbling out of your depth, in cyberspace you’ll drown