The Unlucky Guy

For a contest...just for fun

I will tell you a story

About my secret crush

He is good in playing guitar

When I see him I really blush

 

One time he proposed to sing

A country song for me

He sat on a wooden bench outdoor

But it has broken leg, he didn’t see

 

In a wink of an eye he’s there

On the messy ground

And my kid sister’s missing toy

On his aching butt, we found

 

He stood again and went

To the bench under a tree

He said the air is fresh there

But to those ants he was not free

 

So he swiftly ran away

Till he found a big rock

He sat and started playing his guitar

But unlucky him, the guitar cracked.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. :)

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

An interesting read here & a delightful storyline. I'm proud of him to have kept trying to play, but now he must get a new guitar. This made me chuckle, but in the best way!

[Dhaye]

Thanks, Svetlana.

[Coyote Poetry]

A fun story to read my dear friend. Those crushes can be dangerous. A sad ending to the tale. At least was time for conversation with no song. Thank you Dhaye for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Dhaye]

more thank you's, sir

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[gabrielle]

He may want to showoff his talent but fate decided to play joke on him. what an unfortunate series of events. :)

[Dhaye]

Hehe. Trying something silly. I have much sad and dark poems this year. I think this is the 3rd silly poem that I have written for 3 years of being here. Thanks to that contest. :)
Thank you, ganda.