She walked towards me down our street <br />my fluttering heart missed a beat <br />My throat went dry I felt oh so shy <br />and my knees began to knock <br />She was the most beautiful thing <br />I had ever seen in a frock <br />I wanted to say “ hello “but nothing came <br />As though my voice box had gone lame. <br /> <br />I was besotted by her natural beauty <br />I turned as she walked past, <br />she was brimming with allure <br />and she had an hourglass figure <br />Later I related the story to my friend <br />of the beauty I had encountered that day <br />he gave me a strange look and said <br />“ Don’t you know her? Her name is Kay.” <br />She is not your type my dear pal <br />she is an assistant librarian….. and <br />she is a lesbian as well <br /> <br />Those last words went down like a bomb <br />And really left me feeling quite numb. <br />I was devastated, shattered beyond belief <br />I stayed in for the rest of the week <br />wallowing in my grief. <br />I prided myself with my choice <br />one could see I had taste. <br />But my god, what a waste, what a waste, <br />what a waste.<br /><br />Gordon Whittaker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-a-waste/
