Love Lorn and Alone . . .
It's Leap Year’s Day, the 29th of Feb,
the once-in-four-years day when on-the-shelf
ladies chase hunky swains with cries of "Wed
me, you gorgeous lunk!"
I’ve missed the bus!
Each Leap Year Day I dress in my best suit,
use tons of brylcreem and stroll up and down
our High Street. See with what nonchalance I swing,
my walking cane and twirrrrllll my waxed moustache,
giving each passing lass a beaming smile,
a knowing wink and handing them my flyers
saying "Surely you know what day it is?
How can you let a prize like me pass by?"
In all the years I’ve had but one response.
Mostly they swerve aside and hurry on –
save once! A redhead, beauty unsurpassed,
stopped me, and with her kind hand on my arm
said "Are you alright, Grandad? Where do you live?
You’ve come out wearing carpet slippers, dearie!"
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