When writing first captivated me, I had a brilliant plan
To court Miss Genius as woman using all the wiles of man.
I bought candy and flowers, e'en the current bestselling tome,
Threw on some Canoe and shined each shoe - but she was never home.

 

Then I tried to overpower her - to force her brilliant light
On my prose and poetry - to infuse them with phrases bright.
Re-working like a fanatic, many fresh concepts were grown,
But schemes well thought just came to naught - couldn't find her alone.

 

Since then I've simply given up - though there remain cherished hopes.
I ply my craft (and wish for at least a COUPLE furtive gropes).
Life's more piquant not courting her favor - I've no real regret.
It's hard to kiss a flirty miss insensitive to my sweat.