Lotti Glanc was she the one,
Think again, it wasn’t her.
Sat in a bus upon my bum,
She glanced at me, but I demur.
Or was it Betty from Dandenong, so long ago I daren’t recall.
May have served her at Cheshire books, right downtown at Little Col mall.
Both caught Vic Rail 🚆 into the city,
Where our only date 📅 was pretty shitty.
But I remember how I felt,
For several weeks later, how she smelt.
Fool I am I didn’t phone,
Agonised all on my own.
Later on there was Kay,
Maybe I hoped to marry one day.
Her dad though was a racist shit,
My orientalism was not a hit.
Secretly we meet each other,
Before schizophrenia nabbed my brother.
Drifted apart, faced reality,
Her nurse career was oversea.
These recalls of first early kiss,
Is something which I rarely miss.
To think of past 🤔 as an old man,
Formed some of me and who I am.