He remembered both girls now that he was alone,
but he couldn’t decide upon which he would phone.
Gemma was gorgeous, she answered his prayers,
she was sexy and slight and delightful in flares,
he imagined them trapped on the rack of desire,
and his heart pounded so fast he thought he’d expire,
but then he remembered, something wasn’t right,
for as lovely as sunshine, she wasn’t that bright.
Emma was clever, too clever by half,
she had loads of opinions and made them both laugh,
he imagined them talking long into the night,
and whenever they bickered they both would be right,
but then he remembered a problem he’d parked,
though this girl spoke in volumes, her cover was marked.
And so undecided which girl he should call,
he sat in his chair and he stared at the wall.
On his hand were two numbers, but only one choice;
two girls very different, they spoke in one voice.
At last he decided that he’d dial Gemma…
which was a surprise, I thought he’d…