Thu, 07/24/2014 - 14:02 -- mhan

Presumptuous and regal thrice
And once I thought a bit and won
Twice I've drawn it so but missed
Or maybe there were simply none.


Five I've gone and asked myself
Six I've come back in distress

Seven I came back with a plan
Eight? I think I'll readdress.
Novice that I am despairs
As I start to deck for two
Electing cutlery to serve
And also prove that I am true.
Nervous as the time ticks on
Apprehension builds tenfold
Reflection in the mirror shows
An agitation not composed.

Vexed at inner tribulation
Sighs a breath with feelings tingling
Doorbell rings and off you go
Open up and say, "Good Evening.


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