Optical Busstop and the Levitating Eunuchs

Starbucks Haven.

Twas in the Starbucks Haven,

For the bean l was a craving.

To wake my mind from sleep and let the new sensations pour.

When a lady walked in bouncing,

And her lips they were a parting,

The waving of her fingers set my heart into a roar,

And to see her flirty motion dropped my jaw unto the floor.

So, perceiving of this motion,

I conceived a bold new notion.

To move to this new table and to see what she’d adore.

So, with my eyes a stalking,

I began my nervous walking,

And the licking of her lips could of stopped a wild mad boar,

But the parting of her lips set my heart into a roar.

Now in the coffee scented air,

I could see her long blonde hair.

Floating round her chest where there were double D’s to spare.

Now my words l never mumbled,

And l never felt so humbled.

As she leaned forward in her chair to give a view of what was there.

And l am helpless and yet restless,

For all l can do is stare.

Now while the blonde was still a flirting,

On my shoulder came a tapping.

And l turned to see a massive man with black, black hair.

Now his fist he neatly folded,

As my left eye exploded,

And he leaned so close,

So close to whisper in my ear.

So he’d have no doubt l’d hear,

He spoke.

Oi wanker, you talking to my bird.