Story of Mr. Wrong

So I looked back the other day and realized I have ended up crushing on all the wrong guys in the past 6 months and after consoling myself I found the humor.

Story of Mr. Wrong

Once upon a time there was a lady

With hair neapolitan and wavy

She had the worst of luck

In picking men she sorta sucked

None returned her affection

They didn’t see her perfection

All she did was crush on all the wrong men

Seriously it was probably a sin

There was the preme boy

Practically still a minor with toys

But his smile was adorable

The age difference—deplorable

I wasn’t the next guy’s type at all

Talking to him was like hitting a wall

I should have seen it earlier on

But he was way more interested in John

After that was the perfect guy

Floppy hair and a twinkle in his eye

I didn’t notice the signs

But he always said the right lines

Taken from the script in his hand

He was an actor—the best in the land

There are usually rules to forbid

Crushes at work unless you keep them off the grid

But this coworker would just flirt and smile

So there wasn’t an HR report to even file

I waited two years for the next boy

Now he’s back and plays with me like a toy

He is awkward and unsure

His thoughts still missionary and pure

He doesn’t know how to respond to a text

So I moved on to the next

I liked this one’s bossiness

It matched well with my sauciness

But he was my manager at work

And my job doesn’t have those kinds of perks

The last man is the worst crush of my life

He happens to have a wife

July 11, 2015