Artless Musings

Her

He was staring blatantly, i could clearly see that,
what a dork i thought, turtleneck paired with a hat!
Not my type, my mind quick to ascertain,
His pants looked as if they were made out of a curtain...
Still staring, he was downing vodka shots like water,
two, three, six..damn, did this club get hotter?
dork, he was, with his dorky attire,
but oh those truthful eyes, i would come to admire...
i was intrigued, he was stumbling towards me,
He was a little tipsy, i could clearly see..
Never been here before, i was new to the scene,
He asked for a dance, i didn't want to be mean...
Being drunk, i imagined he would own the dance ring...
Oh but i was afraid, dancing was not my thing...
We entered the floor, ready to bust them moves,
The first thing he did was lent me a bruise...
Maybe it was the drinks, maybe his legs were wary,
He fell on his face, God it was scary...
for a moment i thought, what are the odds,
He just cant dance, despite of trying a LOT...
Now i see why he needed the vodka shots.
He looked crestfallen, his hands holding his head...
My heart sank as if it was made of lead...
i offered my hand, helped him up,
Let him on my secret, that seemed to cheer him some...
I couldn't help but laugh at our plight,
After all, we had brought knives to a gun fight...