Poetry: Elizabeth the Third
Created | Updated Jan 28, 2002
This is a poem I wrote about my strange ability to be attracted to any female by the name of Liz, and about how I totally fail to get-off with any of them.
Elizabeth the Third
It all began with Liz number one,
When we started working together.
I told her how I felt,
but she went off with another.
It hurt so much,
Seeing them together.
He treated her badly,
But sadly, managed to keep her.
Eventually they split,
And I thought - this is it.
I'm there to listen,
In her hours of need.
But still I'm rejected.
Dejected.
She tells me clearly;
That while its true,
I love you to bits.
But I just don't fancy you.
And I move on...
I see a girl on my Uni course,
Needing help with a project,
I think "I quite like you"
I ask her name,
Oh no, It's Liz number two.
"I did this last year",
She is glad to hear.
I see her everyday,
But then the end of semester,
takes her away.
And I didn't get her number.
Bxxxxr.
And I move on...
But then it starts,
All over again.
I connect to the Internet,
and talk to a girl that I've just met.
We chat for ages
and I start to see,
Oh no, It's Liz number three.
We talk again, as the weeks go by,
"Don't know if I'll be online tonight, but I'll try"
We get on well, it seems to me.
Could this be?
A girl who likes me?
We talk again, and she's stating,
that she's started dating.
As it begins to dwell,
That sinking feeling I know so well.
It's happened again, I can't believe.
Why must this pain be so intense?
I try to work through it,
but it just doesn't make sense.
Yet again I try to move on,
"You'll find someone",
they always say.
"I do, but they never find me" I always reply.
What's wrong with me? I sigh...
And I move on...
Elizabeth the Third
It all began with Liz number one,
When we started working together.
I told her how I felt,
but she went off with another.
It hurt so much,
Seeing them together.
He treated her badly,
But sadly, managed to keep her.
Eventually they split,
And I thought - this is it.
I'm there to listen,
In her hours of need.
But still I'm rejected.
Dejected.
She tells me clearly;
That while its true,
I love you to bits.
But I just don't fancy you.
And I move on...
I see a girl on my Uni course,
Needing help with a project,
I think "I quite like you"
I ask her name,
Oh no, It's Liz number two.
"I did this last year",
She is glad to hear.
I see her everyday,
But then the end of semester,
takes her away.
And I didn't get her number.
Bxxxxr.
And I move on...
But then it starts,
All over again.
I connect to the Internet,
and talk to a girl that I've just met.
We chat for ages
and I start to see,
Oh no, It's Liz number three.
We talk again, as the weeks go by,
"Don't know if I'll be online tonight, but I'll try"
We get on well, it seems to me.
Could this be?
A girl who likes me?
We talk again, and she's stating,
that she's started dating.
As it begins to dwell,
That sinking feeling I know so well.
It's happened again, I can't believe.
Why must this pain be so intense?
I try to work through it,
but it just doesn't make sense.
Yet again I try to move on,
"You'll find someone",
they always say.
"I do, but they never find me" I always reply.
What's wrong with me? I sigh...
And I move on...
