Party in Simon's Pants

Poor Simple Simon

 

Party in Simon's Pants

Poor Simon, he was a strange fellow to say the least

he was quite simple in looks and simple in thought

but he had the passions of a most unwieldy beast

he could see the beauty in every woman his eye caught

he was kind and thoughtful never rude in any fashion

always showed respect though inside his mind would spin

usually at a loss for words his tongue caught in the passion

though he practiced in front of a mirror again and again

if only he could say the magic words he knew were there

invite an acquaintance or even a good friend he knew

to a evening of dine and dance though he knew not where

instead of spending another night alone so sad and blue

yes he wanted to so badly but there was no small chance

there would be no party to share with a lady of choice

looked like another night of a party in Simon's pants

closest he ever came to a date was with his aunt Joyce

he dreamed of travel meeting a sweet mademoiselle

in the wine valley of Champagne in northern France

but there would be no Freuleins or southern belle

cause it looked loke another party in Simon's pants

you see that's where he kept his iphone with games

sometimes a challenger would ring and it would buzz

that would be his thrill no flashy sassy dames

this would be his gorgeous date the one that never was

Gomer LePoet...

Author's Note

(This is the 1st piece in a collection of concepts provided
by virtuoso guitarist Steve "luke" Lukather of the
popular band Toto. The title is one of his songs,
but the words are my interpetation of that conceptual title)

Reviews

[Doreen]

Poor Simon. I feel bad for the guy. A good dose of confidence would do. Cute write.

[Coyote Poetry]

Some dreams can be far away. We still need them. I like this poem. It is good to be able to hold on to dreams and be positive in a life. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Alicia Schroeder]

THis is a cute peice.. Nice.