PARK BENCH

I once sat down, on a park bench
Right next to, this haggard old wench
Well she slid over, closer to me
And put her hand, upon my knee
She looked up tenderly, at my face
As I tried, to look off in space
She says to me, listen up my friend
I for myself, have had to fend
And since I am, one of a kind
I’m neither stupid, nor am I blind
So could you just, back off a bit
Cause I don’t need to, take your shit
Well, I surely had, not a thing to say
But knew that hand, was still in play
So gently took it, from where it lay
Stood up, and slowly, walked away
BOEMS by JA 73