As shy as a hedgerow mouse
As timid as a bunny rabbit
I cannot seem to write a line
In this crazy mind that I inhabit

The poetry and prose I write
The verses and the rhymes
I still can’t send a contact message
To endear a woman’s charms

I’ve tried so many times so far
To make a good impression
But every time I write something
It leads me to depression

I never know just what to say
To start the conversation
Now I’m stuck inside my head
My thoughts are in stagnation

A single message I’ve not sent
No contacts have been made
I have no idea what to put
This could be a lost crusade