“I keep a file of pick-up lines. Your smile
is bright enough to launch a thousand ships.
Hey, Cleo, you’re my lily of the Nile.
Where do you keep the winder for those hips?
Your ankles are so slender I could cry
or kiss your feet, or fall at them for life.
The literary one: When small birds sigh…
The honest one: Distract me from my wife.
And weighing in at worst, I think, Your tits
are dynamite. To that, I’m proud to say
(precocious, seventeen, I took no shit)
I said, Watch out; they’ll blow up in your face.
Take note, my dears, who are so very clever:
I want to fall in love, but not forever.”