I've practiced here and there.
Though none of that helps me surmise,
why success is oh so rare.
This art, I tell you, it is the way.
Through cold rebukes may I
It might take more than silly lies
Perhaps she's more than pretty eyes
And ears. XX can only say so much.
Exactly what is a woman's touch?
A priori, priori stupid,
Assumptions make for a slovenly Cupid.
In search of essence, mistaken forthright.
And the telos is? You guessed it.
Just another cold and lonely Night.
So if you've tried to pick her up
Then put her down, false artist.
Just say "Hello." and "How are you?"
And worry not who's smartest.