A Brush-off
I've listened to your hype
And it leaves me cold,
You're simply not my type,
I'm much too old
For you in any case,
And though you've got a pretty face
You've got to realise
I've seen right through your lying eyes
And I'm not impressed -
You've put me to the test
But I'm not about to compromise
And end up in your bed -
In spite of what you said
I think I'll have a cigarette instead!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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