[Cyclefrance]

I looked, I could see her
She couldn’t see me
I sat at my table
I sipped at my tea

Hidden behind
A vase and its flowers
I continued to gaze
For what seemed like hours

And what if she saw me?
What then would I do?
Panic most likely –
Well, wouldn’t you?

I’d jump with a start
And have a mishap
Knock over the vase
Pour tea in my lap

Feel it burn through my trousers
Hit my tenderest place
Try hard to conceal it
Go red in the face

Then let out a cry
Of pain that’s for sure
Leap up from the table
See it crash to the floor

Catching my trousers
And hoisting them down
Left there in my boxers
A right red-faced clown.

Everyone facing me
Staring, jaws dropped
My petard well hoisted
My concealment a flop

Enough of such danger
I’ve had my fill
She’s not all THAT pretty
‘Hey waiter, the bill!.