Talking to a Girl

 
I don't know her well enough  
to say who I am
I leapt into this poem  
and my feet may not land
 
I'll try to be truthful
although I may not be wise
I'm verses in progress  
and the rhyme's a surprise
 
We all have our failings  
our fits and our flaws
It's I'll show you mine  
if you'll show me yours
 
Introductions aren't easy,  
conversation's hard work
tongues toiling in treacle  
while we wade through the murk
 
So what's the solution,  
when my nerves are all shot?
I might send her an email
but then again not
 
Now my knees won't quit knocking  
and my face is bright red
this stammer's quite shocking  
think I'll run home to bed
 
Where I'll hide under covers  
to review my faux-pas
I just wish I'd dressed smarter  
learned a lesson in suave
 
Perhaps it's not how we look  
or the way that we speak
the trick is the lines  
in our chat-up technique
 
And next time I'm certain
that things will go well
because I've bought new deodorant
to woo her by smell