Her horoscope read"Continued effort is required
if you expect to get more attention
from that certain special someone."
She took it to heart
and moved straight ahead.

She brought meals to his desk
and got thanks in response.
She sent him poems through the mail
and received just nonchalance.
Bolder action was required
for the subject to yet yield.
She must make a big impression;
she must lean on her appeal!

She got tickets to the roller rink,
where derby they did play.
There she showed him all her prowess.
To her church she made him pray.
Then she took him for a nitecap
at a place so fancy schmance
where they had a darkened backroom
where she planned to shed his pants!

But the boy, he was a shy young lad
who grew up out of town.
He didn’t have loose morals;
he still wore a virgin’s gown.
He’d be playing hard-to-get.
At talk of sex, he winced.
He wouldn’t do it easily.
He had to be convinced.

But her horoscope had told her
"No subtlety for you.
Big gestures are required
to make that guy your boo."
She winked and flirted shamelessly
She kept the spirits flowing.
And in their cups, she pumped him up
that boy was just ’bout going.

There’s a moral to this story,
though I’m not quite sure of it.
Could be it’s geese and ganders,
Perhaps tattoos and tits.
Cuz when that couple hooked up
they were happier than hell
but when they separated,
that’s a real story to tell.