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by Norman
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Comedy · #2235012
My eyesight can be hit or miss
I thought I’d stop and have a bite
And maybe grab a brew
The pretty waitress smiled at me
She must be someone new

She wore a nametag on her blouse
I couldn’t make it out
I squinted as I stared at it
She looked at me with doubt

Her name might start with ‘B’ I thought
I couldn’t read the rest
My eyesight can be hit or miss
I looked up from her chest

“What are you looking for down there?
My face is way up here.”
I looked her in the eyes this time
And asked her for a beer

I wasn’t being rude you know
My poor eyes are so bad
But looking at her chest like that
I must look like a cad

When she returned I smiled at her
As she set down my beer
I snuck a new look at her blouse
As I said, "Thank you, dear."

Her nametag shouldn’t be in script
It’s hard for me to read
Now I look like a leering fool
A depraved jerk, indeed

I finished up my beer real fast
And headed for the door
The bill didn’t come to much at all
But I left her lots more

I have to get my eyes checked out
Before I cause a fight
Or maybe I’ll just have to wear
Dark glasses day and night

Was that Betty or Brenda? Maybe Beth.
I think she likes me.

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