The never ending bar stories
Closing with outdated wisdoms
Only a drunk delights to recall
Oh friend, Why
Must there always be light
At the end of the tunnel?
With acrobatic attention
I navigate towards
The chromosomal divide
There she catches me
Stumbling backwards
In the ladies room
And with my best put-on British-
'Pardon my ignorance miss
I mistook your basin for a urinal
Would you happen to have a light?
It is rather dark'
Paul Storm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pardon-me-miss-revised/
