I came upon the good fortune to court a lovely redhead.
“Let’s have coffee and krimpets at three”, she said.
I replied, “Three is a splendid time for our date. If I spread two and four wide, thereupon, I shall find three, laying juicily in wait– a target in which to thrust arrow deep, I shan’t be late! This date, I shall keep!”
She said, “Loose is your screw. Let’s make it two.”
Imagine my surprise, as with two fingers splayed wide, she poked both my eyes!
Ouch-Ouch! What a grouch!
Gents, don’t think women to be smitten by flowery words. I’m now of the opinion that poetry is for the birds.
To hazard a guess, I was drinking when I wrote this.