Singsong Nights Poem by Mark Heathcote

Her fingers were flat keynotes out of tune
But I accompanied, I played along
We made playful music—I didn't croon
She said I wasn't her type we don't belong.

I thought great, I'll just stay and prolong—
Good then us meeting; wasn't it opportune
But everything she said was all just a costume
The following morning it was love, lifelong.

It was a completely different singsong!
And boy didn't me feels like a dumb baboon.

edited 2023

Her fingers were flat keynotes out of tune
but I accompanied - I played along
we made playful music - I didn't croon
she said I wasn't her type; we don't belong.

I thought-great, I'll-just-stay and prolong
it's good, us meeting; wasn't it opportune
but all she said was a pantomime costume
the following morning it was love, lifelong.

It was a completely different singsong!
And boy, didn't I feels like a dumb baboon.