Falling Short

Your handsome face,
A nice brown tan,
Thick, rippling, confident
Muscle man.

You stare at me,
From across the pool,
I laugh because
I see you drool.

Your man candy,
It’s plain to see,
Your abs and pecs flex,
As your eyes dote on me.

You stand up
To get a drink,
And as you stand,
My heart does sink.

You were perfect,
Until I could see,
You only reached
About four foot three.

Disappointed and sad,
I let out a sigh.
Things just cannot work out,
Between you and I.




If we ever
Were to date, I think
You would find yourself
An unworthy mate.

What would happen
On a Friday night,
While on the dance floor,
You holding me tight.

If I did wish to
Rest my head on your shoulder,
I would need to bend
Completely over,

And what happens when,
You want to kiss me goodbye?
And you stand on your tiptoes,
But you just can’t reach high?

Our relationship would crumble,
Like a castle or fort,
Because you fall,
Just a little too short.

I’m sure your amazing,
I’m sure your nice,
I’m sure your lovin’
Has lots of spice.

But dear muscle man,
It’s plain to see
That you and I
Can never be.