Awoke alone, put on my coat, ran for the door

Down the stairs, and made it to the second floor

Stopped by the squeaky wheel, a smiling swine

Stunned by the sight and fearing whats behind

"Hey there" he pleasently began

"Good day" he telescoped his hand

"Is there a service I can possibly propose?"

"Ms leading seems to me to be a proper butterfly"

"Then I suggest you pack your bags and learn to drive!"

Tucked in my shirt, and finally made my way outside

He broke the scene, a machiavelian dandelion

Blissfully plucked from the bloom of another



But all the while

She was still fresh in my mind

And though this might be premature

But ambition strikes just when the mood is right

The mood is right