I'll try to be as diplomatic as I possibly can,
But sometimes it's wayyyy better utilizing the hand.
Pent up anticipation, went suddenly flatline,
When you were expected to play, you ignored the sign.
Let me back-up a bit, go back to square one,
You boasted about your prowess, you said 'second to none'.
Judging by your physical structure, hands and feet,
Not a doubt was raised, ecpexting BONE, flesh and meat.
Utter dissapointment, couldn't believe what was uncovered,
It's like having a huge livingroom, a small center table... laughter, hard to be smothered.
Nevertheless, never one to totally judge a book by it's cover,
Maybe under it all, might have some hidden talent waiting to be discovered.
No Christopher Columbus you were (couldn't even rediscover already inhabited territory).
Still going hard at it, sweating, panting, insisting on regaining a sense of glory. This is me now o_O, ???!!!???, surprised, amazed, thinking 'poor soul',
After all this anticipation, excitement, passion...He still went for the WRONG HOLE!!!! O_O
