Hearts hang in the parlor <br />hung with care, <br />the lady is hypnotized by a mirror <br />fondling her glowing hair - <br />In the waiting room he sits <br />twiddling his thumbs, <br />so long has he sat <br />the blood has deserted his buns - <br />She takes her time <br />with her brave disquise, <br />all a plan meant <br />to feverishly tantalize - <br />Nervously he <br />clears his throat, <br />checks his watch again <br />and looks toward his hanging coat - <br />Finally in all her glory <br />she appears, <br />but looking around <br />she finds him nowhere - <br />He has left <br />and headed down the street, <br />into an old pub <br />finding someone easier to meet - <br />Now, the morale of the story is: <br />Gals, if you're gonna make a man wait, <br />ya best go out quick <br />and lock the front gate -<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wait-41/
