Tongue Tied

I wonder if it will ever end

The way I get tongue tied around attractive women

When they turn to me and smile

Which admittedly is a rare event

My inner Cyrano is sent falling through a trap door

And I am left floundering

Flustered and unable to find the glib words of a player

Until they appear ten minutes too late

Mocking me for my reticence

While I curse my politeness and reserve

 

 

David Trudel  ©  2013

 

 

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5 Comments

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5 responses to “Tongue Tied

  1. Kurt

    Yes, David, it will.

  2. Some women are just as reserved!

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