In love with a mind worker: part three

Of course I had to fall for a dasher

A prancer, a cupid, a comet.

I was head over heels,

hit me right in the feels,

Just my luck, my skills just were not on it.


So ever so slightly I shuffled,

Closer and closer I went.

I pretended to be looking

at all the contraptions

But to her was the direction I lent.


Eventually I finally did reach her

But couldn't even utter a word

Luckily she didn't notice

this bumbling madness

Maybe I should have differed.


"Perhaps I should be more cunning"

I thought to myself in my head.

Alas the only possible action

Was beginning to fill me with dread.


I had to come up with some science,

A project that'd win the prize.

Not only the fair or the glory,

But an affectionate look from her eyes.


But now I had reached a conundrum,

I had little under two hours to get in

To make it, enter it and present it

My chances were looking quite grim.


I knew I had to think of something

Imagination land was my first port of call.

If I was to get any inspiration,

Then may I find something, anything at all.