Poem of the Week

Girl-Watching

By Dan Brown

In the years I’ve been at this

(Lots, not to be precise)

You’d think that once or twice

At least I would have seen

Some anomalies. I mean

Some major ones. As in

Not feet but little wheels,

Or crests like cockatiels’.

Where are they keeping the girls

With a chrome exterior,

Or an extra derriere?

Apparently nowhere.

Assuming my sample’s valid,

The pool is limited

To the standard types I’ve tallied;

Such variance as there is

In the usual congeries

Of   physiognomies —

And yet enough of   it

To be worth the looking at.

The walking by, for that,

Of   the same girl over and over

Would be no cross to bear

If   it were that one there.

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Found this poem a little while on my poetry spinner app. Read it, then listen to this. Then you can thank me for having the rest of a good day, cuz I guarantee you will.

Although whether that will be due to the great song or the absolutely epic white-people-dancing, I can't tell.