Picking up women

I regretted trying to pick up a woman who was drinking coffee.

I used a line on her and she threw it at me.

It went in my face and on my shirt.

It was scalding hot and it really did hurt.

I made certain that the next lady I tried to pick up didn't have any coffee to throw in my face.

She didn't have coffee but she did have mace.

The next lady I tried to pick up turned out to be married.

I couldn't walk after her husband broke my legs so I had to be carried.

Trying to pick up women is something that I've come to regret.

Now I talk to women online because they can't throw coffee on the internet.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem

View randyjohnson's Full Portfolio