Jack and you had arranged to meet
He wasn’t there; I took his seat
Sat at your table, I ordered you and I drinks
He showed up saying, ‘she’s mine I think’
By midnight you were ten over the eight
Not my fault there’s a twist in our fate
I kissed her while you were passing out
Then your fist connected with my snout
Result! She preferred skinny not fatter
In love’s eyes size doesn’t matter!
Wasted in your whiskey-induced stupor
We left the pub with She as my suitor