ur number..eh?

our hero swaggers in
with tat confident air
lean, mean, action hero,
not any of tat i swear! :D

so he sits in his seat
and looks around
and sees some pretty faces
doing the rounds

our hero, he gets ready
combs his long locks
but tat half-french beard
makes him look like a dork

but then again he's our hero
he's confident u see
tat the gals wil jus louuve him
n ask his number to speak

and yes!! one did!
a babe inquired
"excuse me wats your number"
his number she required!

happy days! our hero felt,
maybe the cologne did the trick
he leaned over to her seat
and reeled off his mob no really quick!

"get real dude" she said
who wants ur mob number?
ur seat no is wat i asked for"
could our hero get any dumber

so off he went dejected
to tell his friends the tragedy
some laughed, some hooted
and one wrote this poetry!


hehehe..dedicated to u joe! :D :D :D