I apologise in advance for this one. Please don't be offended, as I mean no harm.

 

Signals Crossed

 

He asked me for direction,

As he wasn’t getting anywhere.

I could tell from his mid-section,

That he was comfortable being bare.

When I asked him what he wanted,

As all appeared just swell.

He looked at what he flaunted,

And said he couldn’t quell,

The feelings that he had for me,

Were almost overflowing,

And as far as I could see,

Those feelings were still growing.

 

When I said I didn’t swing that way,

He didn’t seem offended.

It wasn’t until Saturday,

I realised he’d pretended.

He’d taken what I said to heart,

And the pain had built all week.

He caught me at the Walmart,

Where I purchase my Clinique.

We spoke about a lot of things,

What being true friends means.

A relationship without the strings,

Where we share skin-care regimes.