the singles fall conference

Singles Conference

T'was the singles fall conference and all through the bus
There was yawning and groaning, beginning with us.
The bus rambled forward in lurches and waves,
Making me wonder why I'd been such a knave.
Coming to conference with odds ten to one
Was just overwhelming, but I vowed to have fun.
I flirted and chatted and made conversation
At breakfast I wandered from station to station.
It seemed all in vain, though I was really quite willing
To make this a weekend of romance quite thrilling.

When what to my wondering eyes appeared on the scene
Big Ronald Fisher the once model marine.
He stood six feet all, not a frightening sight.
He'd danced with me twice at the dance last night.
"Come sit with me Lynda," he said with a grin.

I ran to obey, t'was not hard to give in.,
We sat and we shared all the things we had learned
of loving and living without getting burned.
Then off to another when we left the bus,
making it clear that "we" were not "us".
The day was exciting the workshops quite nice.
I learned a few names, and got hugged once or twice.
I knew I was with it when I said with a smile.
"I like me now better than I have for a while,."

Ronald was checking each lady that day
Overwhelmed and quite grateful he'd decided to stay.
He sat down with me on the 2 hour ride
by Flagstaff I felt some new feelings inside.

At dinner we chatted in a small group of 3. Three brothers that is, and one sister, that's me. Then on to the ball room I flew like a flash. to greet at the door and make one final pass
The race was not ended as it grew to a close.
The competition narrowed to me and one rose.

She had to leave early, I had the last dance. The fate of this act gave me one final chance.
"She's georgious and glamerous, one bautiful doll, but get this Sister J, you're one cute little gal."

I could't say different to agree was so easy.
Cause Big Brother Fischer left Flagstaff with measy.