MY PERFECT DAY.
I was on the bus the other day,
It t'was bout half past three
When a tall dark stranger just got on,
And sat in front of me
I gazed out of the window,
Then swung me head around
And when i saw just who it was,
My jaw near hit the ground
I looked at him in disbelief,
I couldn't believe at all
It was none other than JOHN CUSACK,
That guy from 'City Hall'
I tried to get a closer look,
Though trying to be discrete
So i leaned a little forward,
But fell right off my seat!
The whole bus laughed, he looked at me,
And he said 'Are you alright?'
I got on my feet, and then said 'yes'
(My cheeks a little bright!)
"Because if you weren't, i'd take you home,
To make sure that you are well"
Well, infact i think i hurt my back
I cracked it when i fell
He then stood up and pointed out,
"My car is right down there"
So on we walked with me behind,
-subtly fixing my hair!
I said "You know i feel quite faint,
Perhaps i need some food
Theres a restaurant just down that street,
That's apparently really good!
He said "If that is what you need,
I'll take you right away!"
(Come on- you would've done the same,
You dont meet JOHN CUSACK everyday!
So on we went to wine and dine,
The food was good, the service fine
He caressed my hand and kissed my cheek,
And we talked until our throats were weak
But alas this perfect night must end,
We both were filled with sorrow
So he drove me home in his porsche,
And said he'd pick me up tomorrow
Just then a bleary stranger spoke,
He began to tug my top
I awakened to a drunken tramp,
Who roared "THIS IS YOUR STOP!" |
