He is tall, dark and princely
Every woman’s ultimate desire
With his macho guapito look
Heavy burdens become placid.
He had not learned how to court
Because it's been the other way around
He was enjoying it apparently
But everything was just temporary.
One day while riding the MRT
Rush hour and indeed an elbow room
The girl who was standing on his right
Surprisingly turned him into a red statue.
All the girls he went out with
Suddenly disappeared on his memory
For the first time in his bachelor life
His heart throbbed so quickly.
Approaching North Avenue Station
The lady pulled her ticket on her pocket
The ticket accidentally fell on the floor
And landed on the guy’s left leather shoe.
The debonair hurriedly bowed down
Got the ticket and gave it back
The girl smiled and said “Thank you”
But before he knew it, she was already gone.
When everybody was already out
He was still oblivious of where he was
The only thing he could remember
Was a name tag on the girl’s white blouse.
(Smiling) : )
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To be continued...
Note: The Last Man Standing was the original title of this poem.
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