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.
