Quick meet

There are days where the wind blows,
Reminding me of your hair flowing in the
wind during our walks.
While the birds are singing and chirping away,
Our hearts jingling with a sway....
When I met you it was a match play.
We laughed and giggled,
Did some horse play.
That night I wanted to stay.
But in the end there was a price to pay !
Your booby hatch was open,
And you offered up your snatch.
Because I took that, I started to scratch.
But yet.....
You were no typical match.
You even let me in your escape hatch
So I am thinking what a hell of a catch..
You hatched from a new batch,
Now I think I am attached,
You on the other hand ,
Wanna detach and are calling the dispatch,
All of a sudden saying we are a mismatch.
Cause I said you gave me the scratch..
Thinking you are right,
For I am scared with fright,
I am done before a sparring match
Knowing that your safety hatch is in sight..
It was time to end the night.

©Rudi Jensen