Throw my coat over a puddle, pay for candle-lit dinner for two.
Trying my best to impress, the course of true love never ran smooth.
“All girls love a bastard”, but I ain’t mean or tough.
Then I overheard a whisper, I just aren’t gay enough.
So I put in some effort, ‘cos I was real butt hurt,
an’ woke up next to Vincent and his best mates Rod and Dirk.
Well romance may be dying, and frankly I don’t care,
‘cos flirtin’ with her boyfriend keeps all things fair and square.
You may mistake me for a turncoat and I cannot tell a lie,
maybe I just aren’t gay enough, ‘cos I’m just your regular bi.
©8.9.2017 Andrew Robert Chapman
Well romance may be dying, and frankly it’s about time,
‘cos flirtin’ with her boyfriend cuts out the middle guy.
Trying my best to please, but never knowing quite what to do.