The net’s a big headache

I need a bloke you see

I search and search for hours

But can’t get one for free.

 

I bought myself a web cam

I thought I could chat and play

But there weren’t any blokey blokes

Only the ones that were gay.

 

Hang on! Who’s this?

It’s a blokey figure

Reminds me of my granddad

But my granddad’s thinner.

 

Says his name’s Bertie

Asks if I’m into leather

Then he says I’m a bore

‘could’ve knocked me down with a feather.

 

Oh Wait! I must be dreaming

I see a tanned blokee

I smile at his picture

He smiles back at me.

 

He speaks, I can’t hear him,

He hears, but can’t see,

I think my PC’s broken

Why does it happen to me?

 

I think I’m in love

I hope he feels the same,

Oh damn! My PC’s crashed

And I never got his name..

 

© Hazel