Natty

lizaaitken

He told me I was a ‘natty‘ dresser,

I had not a clue what he meant.

I hoped that it was something good,

as a man he was so heaven sent.

I considered if it meant crazy,

was he taking the ‘mick’ out of me.

Maybe when I looked in the mirror,

I didn’t see what he could see.

But I graciously said thank you,

with my fingerless crossed so tight.

I hoped that he might ask me out,

that he really felt I was alright.

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

Published by lizaaitken

Mother, daughter, sister, cat owner/slave. Thoughtful about life and trying to make it worthwhile.

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