sweet, pretty, awesome girl walking on a road,
one hunky, whistling guy struts by on same road,
KIS cat-walked behind them, lugging laptop load.
She walked close to him, bumper to fender…
He inched to the left looking not at her.
like magnet to metal, she drifted to him:
bump-a-bump-bump, she slammed into him!
watching from behind, KIS thought they were lovers
until our guy stopped – screeching in his converse:
“o girl, do I know you? Commot make I pass!”