by Anonymous

To the girl across from me in the Rad Cam:
You know well who you are;
You thought I missed your quiet looks,
But I hold them in my heart.

‘Maybe he’ll Oxfess me! Or pass a note –
He’d have to be adroit!’
No doubt you’re thinking, or daydreaming.
I’m sorry to disappoint …

‘A Maccies date, then, an Ahmed’s trip!
A Tuesday night in Plush!’
But nor these three do I intend;
My plans are more hush-hush.

‘What could it be? What do you want?’
She no doubt needs to know,
But my dear, you see, there’s more to me
Than most would care to know …

’Tis not the pub, the club, or foody truck,
That really gets my rocks off:
The dogs for me! For so you see,
I’d prefer you with your socks off!

Do you get the gist!? Do you understand?!
I scarcely could be clearer;
You have to let the puppies breathe!
Bring those tootsies nearer!

Not at Plush, nor Atik, nor Najar’s
Do I intend to meet;
My snout runs out beneath the desk …
I want to sniff your feet.