I never drink, don’t dance much
Don’t favor a party going bunch
I might, occasionally
Invite a friend for tea
Mostly, I’m happy with me
Without a lot of company.
That being said, I do enjoy
Romantic visits from a boy
I’m no goddess, I admit
So their presence has a limit.
Nothing bothers them more than this:
My brush off from an unwanted kiss
I know I’m doomed to end up alone
Certain things I can’t condone—
Octopus arms or bad breath
Always cause romantic death.