beyond expectations: a piece of prose by Allen Crown

He's not coming:

The poster on her wall depicted her perfect idea of a man.
A perfect man indeed.
A strong and muscular man,
intelligent and sensitive,
probably she'll meet him riding a white maned steed.

But for now she's headed out to the club,
the local human meat parlor right next to the pub.
Wearing a provocative and revealing piece of Fashion,
that she hopes will draw the attention of all the men out here tonight.
And how she hopes that one well dressed man is there, in a suit of black and white and how she hopes he'll treat her right.


His wall was plastered with a poster depicting his idea of the perfect woman.
A sweet and homely girl, reading up on her knowledge in a library, while wearing a decent piece of fashion that covers her from head to toe,
but revealed more to the imagination than a bikini could ever do.

But first he would head out to the club,
the local human meat parlor right next to the pub.
Wearing a Hawaiian t-shirt and some shorts.
Tonight he'll attract ladies of all sorts.

And his dream girl might be there and she won't care,
that they won't be driving of in his white Ferrari, by which he never came.
No he had  parked his fathers horse outside, by the same name.

Now he was coming to a sudden revelation.
Between all the girls in skimpy outfits,
he won't find his librarian girl in this sea of sluts and nitwits.
He didn't think he was in the right place anymore,
in the meat parlor with the pub next door.