bumble bumble

bumble bumble
Such was my luck to be stuck
In a rote of heartbreak
She went walking past out of my grasp
And into the next sidewalk cafe
Unable to move a smidge or a flinch
I was looking a little out of place
I peered in the window like a bumbling wino
Only to be politely turned away
I crossed the street to find some peace
Instead found a very large puddle
I splashed like a seal before a meal
My feet were now in trouble
The sludge from the mud weighed
Exactly a ton on my boots
I asked St. Dymphna for help
She said the point was probably moot
I dug some change out of my pocket
Gathered lint and a Canadian coin
Along with two pieces of gum
That from the heat had been joined
My lopsided pants did a dance
As my hip bone started to shake
A hopeless case of even worse timing
Incidents of rejection such as these
To others might be alarming.
I got on the bus to the drivers cuss
And a few complaints about malodor
Now if they would only thank me
For once again being their transit fodder