Just minding my own business
Standing in a line
A basket full of shopping
In a headspace that was mine
When suddenly a voice piped up
'What you cooking love?!'
And being kind - I turned around
And stood gazing from above
Upon a short & greasy man
Who's eyes were firmly fixed
To the swelling of my bosom
He really was transfixed!
I cleared my throat and said 'hello'
In an attempt to raise
That shiny head with thinning hair
From it's penetrating gaze
'Well I'm cooking chicken'
I said without a beat
'That's a shame' came his reply
'coz I don't really eat meat' 
'This is for my family'
My response was firm & clear
'So you're not inviting me then?'
He said - without raising an ear
'Well no not really' I replied
Turning my back again
And then tap tap upon my arm
Hard enough to cause some pain
And so being well bought up
I turned again to face
This strange companion in my wait
To get out of this place
'I think you're very pretty'
He said - not raising up his head
'Ummm Thank you' I returned
Fiddling with my bread
'So you know what really bugs me?'
He said with quite some venom
'This thing that girls have got
Wearing double denim...'
'And all of these tattoos they have
Do they really think
That men find it attractive?'
Well - I didn't stop to think
I slowly turned my back again
And quietly pulled down a sleeve
And removed my arms one by one
Not wishing to deceive
And revealed in all its glory
The ink across my back
And glanced across my shoulder
To watch his fast backtrack
I wear my self expression
Emblazoned on my skin
I am inked & I am proud
I'm not going to keep it hidden
So my advice is this my friends
If a date is what you seek
Talk to my face - and don't be rash
And don't call me a freak!!