No thanks … I’m with my sister!

This  amusing poem is based on a true story, written by Martin Silvester, about how he got his first girlfriend  … 

No thanks … I’m with my sister!

How can I get a girlfriend dad?..I think I’d really like one!
Startled by the question, Dad just smiled and then said..son,
If your sure you want a girlfriend, then you’ll need to change your act,
Put away the games you play, learn diplomacy and tact.

Shower more than once a week, use a comb and clean your shoes,
Don’t spend your cash, on cigarettes, or beer belly booze.
Change your socks and underwear, every single day,
Try using a deodorant… try listening to what we say.

Blimey that’s a lot to ask, my mind was in a whirl,
That’s a lot of do’s and don’ts I thought, just to get a girl.
Oh and there’s something else you ought to do, he gave me a fiendish glance,
If you really want a girlfriend, then you’ll have to learn to dance.

Whoa..I thought, now steady on, this is getting out of hand,
Learning to dance, was not at all, something I had planned.
Then mum joined in and said to me..what your father said is true,
If you can dance, you won’t have to search..the girls will come to you.

So I did my best, took their advice, although it seemed a bore,
I even picked my clothes up, didn’t leave them on the floor.
Now for the really tricky bit, to learn to dance, my goal,
After trying different dances, I plumped for rock and roll.

I found that I enjoyed it, loved the songs and loved the beat,
And as I took the lessons, I developed dancing feet.
Now would come the testing time, the local hop was soon,
Would I meet a Sandra, or a Lynda, or a June.

So all spruced up, off I went, the hall was not too far,
When I walked in I found my mates, all lined up at the bar.
The girls were sitting in a row, down one side of the hall,
Their feet were tapping on the floor, but no one danced at all.

I hope mum and dad were right, I thought, as I walked towards the girls,
And I homed in, held out my hand, to a blonde with pretty curls.
Would you like to dance I stuttered, in my mind I’d already kissed her,
She just looked at me and answered thus, no thanks, I’m with my sister.

But I persevered, and moved down the row, resisting the urge to flee,
It would be a long way back across the floor, with my mates all watching me.
My mouth dried up as my courage failed, I was starting to despair,
But was saved by a YES..from a girl on the end, who smiled as she rose from her chair.

So I rocked and I rolled and the band played on, as I danced the night away,
And my mates just stood at the bar all night, ask a girl to dance…NO WAY!
I danced with every single girl, even the one with her sister,
But I wasn’t too sad when the band packed up, as one foot had developed a blister.

Thank you mum and thank you dad, for the advice you gave to me,
I’m glad to say, that you were right, about how I ought to be.
And learning to dance got me a girlfriend, I just could not resist her,
It wasn’t the one with the pretty curls, it was actually…her sister!

 

Written by:  Martin Silvester

About the author

Martin Silvester
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Not a lot to tell...just an ordinary man...always loved writing but never had the time until now...hope I've got a few years left to write about the million things I would like to get down on paper be it in poetry form or just plain old story telling. Just in case anyone would like me to come along to their group and read a few of my poems live..I would be happy to do so within the confines of Kent or Sussex...I would just need to cover my time and petrol costs...plus a cup of tea and a biscuit. Just email [email protected] To answer some of your questions= ex-army..ex -jackeroo...ex-builder..ex-quite a few other things..still rocking...married...2 + 3 children...7 grandchildren...retired...love custard creams. I have now published my first collection of poems which are now available on Amazon under the title of..LAST APPLE ON THE TREE. The book consists of twenty seven poems covering a wide range of topics and emotions. My second book has just been published and is called A BREEZE IN THE WILLOWS, also available on Amazon. I hope that everyone will get as much enjoyment reading them, as I did writing them.

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