Been sitting here thinking and considered with care And now here’s my thoughts that I’d like to share When looking for boots or shoes for our feet We try several pairs on before hitting the street For though some are pretty and some downright stunning You don’t buy high heels and use ‘em for running For shoes that look great, mates may gaze at with awe But choose the wrong ones and your feet will be sore But there’s love at first sight shoes you just have to buy But impulse can hurt you, whether shoes, gals or guys For choosing your footwear for looks not for fit Or wrong for your purpose can hurt you like (shit?) So here now’s the thing that I’m trying to say Why do we choose mates in a haphazard way? It’s often at pubs after doing much drinking And often we say “What the heck was I thinking?” In cold light of day and out in the glare The night has worn off … and so has the beer The guy (or the gal) we’d chosen when drunk Is now not so rosy, no longer a spunk? Our eyes may have met across crowded room But once we’re in sunshine and out of the gloom We find ourselves landed with some unknown stranger They may still look good, but here now’s the danger They’ve chatted you up, you’ve accepted a date And next thing you know you’ve landed a mate But how many have found before they’re aware That all you’ve in common is drinking of beer And here is the thing - once part of a twosome We tend to remain even if it turns gruesome I’ve come up with a plan now, a sort of solution Let’s move with the times, by way of compution Consider now friends the internet date The techno solution to finding a mate There’s sites there for searching for your every need And profiles to look at, you just have to read Or put on your profile and say what you’re inter Like surfing in summer, or skiing in winter Then sit back, relax and wait for replies From likeminded ladies or friend seeking guys From all the replies, you sit and peruse You’re sure to find someone you really can’t lose So when shopping for mates, don’t you see this is it Just like shopping for shoes you must seek a good fit For the best looking person or best looking shoe May be lovely to look at but not right for you An ill-fitting shoe will cause blisters and pain But an ill-fitting partner brings heartache and strain So seek out your soulmate, make your needs specific You’re sure to succeed if you get scientific So start off your quest on an Internet site And soon you may find Mr (or Miss) right!
(I found my lovely husband this way, by the way!)