(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />I regretted trying to pick up a woman who was drinking coffee. <br />I used a line on her and she threw it at me. <br />It went in my face and on my shirt. <br />It was scalding hot and it really did hurt. <br />I made certain that the next lady I tried to pick up didn't have any coffee to throw in my face. <br />She didn't have coffee but she did have mace. <br />The next lady I tried to pick up turned out to be married. <br />I couldn't walk after her husband broke my legs so I had to be carried. <br />Trying to pick up women is something that I've come to regret. <br />Now I talk to women online because they can't throw coffee on the internet.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/picking-up-women/
