I went out to a party
Last Sunday, on my trip.
While there, I saw a woman,
And my heart, it did a flip.
She looked so darn fancy,
In her heels and her pearls.
Her eyes were bright as starlight,
Her hair fell down in curls.
She smiled at me last Sunday,
From way across the room.
I had to go and meet her.
My passion was in bloom.
“Hello David,” she said
As flashed a perfect smile.
My heart heard songs of lovebirds,
Like it hadn’t for a while.
Turns out her name’s Ambrosia,
And she likes nerdy men,
Poets and musicians.
I was her perfect ten!
She led me to her lodgings,
Where we enjoyed some wine.
I gazed into her perfect eyes,
And she gazed into mine.
That night was full of passion.
Hey, come back here Nancy!
Who cares if she’s your sister?
She just looked so darn fancy.
The Daily Travesty 