Shet sits, he stares
In the heat of the moment he decides he can dare
To converse with the girl with the bright blonde hair
In the drier overheard, spins his underwear
A curious way to start a romance
Dirt and clothes do an infinite dance
Of detergent and heat, does he stand a chance
When all he wants is to get in her pants?
Stories of travel and an ego smile
Shit, this guy is so full of denial
A cashmere top and a face so infantile
Joy of the latter as we stare all the while
He thinks he's scored, and with a stuck up grin
He looks all around, to see if his win
Has been noticed by those of the same sex as him
I sat there and watched, this spectacle so grim
The girl makes to go, but lo and behold
This boy is so desperate he stoops down below
The line of good conduct, as he tries to slow
The departure of a girl he doesn't even know
A loss, she's left, the conversation's gone stale
As she walks away the boy's face turns so pale
His ego is smashed and it's time to bail
So long douche bag, that was a right epic fail
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