The Boy on the Train
I'm on the train and he has caught my eye,
Never a boy more gorgeous did see I,
His youthful locks hung low over his neck,
Knew I was a lady older than him,
Ten years more aged, probably his cougar,
Saw him as the train sped faster than light.
His eyes looked at me as I saw them light,
He smiled, and a twinkling in his deep eye,
That touched me, but I felt like a cougar;
He's probably in his twenties, but I
in my thirties; hand reached out, touched my neck,
Averted my eyes, then looked back at him.
I realise there's a chain on my neck
And fondle it with my fingers quite light,
Looked as if my words would advance on him,
Yet, I said nothing; I wanted his eye
Contact; wanted to speak but what would I
Say? Quite enough that I was his cougar.
He's not into an old female cougar,
Even if I did have a sexy neck,
He still wouldn't want me. Nothing that I
Could do about it. Fast train, speeding light,
Stops at my destination, as my eye
Looks up. Realised that I would leave him
Now. Yet my full glance strode towards him
As I would abort the train; a cougar
No more. Off my platform, I catch his eye
And he waves 'Goodbye,' so smooth as my neck;
And now I must advance out of the light,
To those last impressions of him held I.
Upon the cold, icy platform would I,
Now meet my boyfriend, and remember him.
I see him now looming beyond the light;
Giggling at me, now I'm not a cougar;
Perfect boyfriend, again, I touch my neck,
He comes forth, just as pleasant to the eye.
This man, I spot a greeting in his eye,
Delight to see him dressed in polo-neck;
Happy and light, not being a cougar.