My Gaydar is Broken     My Gaydar is broken What am I to do? Let me tell you a story And I swear that it’s true   He stood by the bar In his pink jumper and ass hugging jeans A god from above Just out of his teens   I sat at the bar And decided to ask him to dance I drank enough courage To get up and take my chance   Then she walked through the door All legs and swinging hips And planted a huge wet kiss On my Adonis’ lips   My Gaydar is broken So I sat at the bar and drank until late Pondering the question Why are all the cute guys straight.   Feedback is my only payment for this work, So please pay me well...   Back to My Poetry Page The Authors Haunt Author Directory The Authors Haunt Library The Authors Haunt Home

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