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**Another old one, this time from senior year of high school:

I saw you walking down the street,

Your dress pressed nicely, hair so neat,

The air around you ever sweet,

And I knew then that you'd be mine.

I couldn't help but stare in awe - 

I dropped my briefcase, dropped my jaw.

You seemed to not have any flaw - 

No other woman was as fine.

I hesitated, didn't talk,

Instead I hid and tried to stalk

Until I saw you calmly walk

Into Chez Elle - 'twas time to dine.

Now as the clock hit ten to eight,

I couldn't hold it, couldn't wait.

I walked to your half-empty plate

And your near-empty glass of wine. 

And there I was, for you to see - 

Our meeting there was destiny.

And though you stood reluctantly, 

I begged to talk before I'd resign.

So with a slight nod you approved,

And I, ecstatic, then removed

A Scrub-Blast™ cleaner (much improved)

For only nineteen ninety-nine!

Then suddenly you shouted, "No!"

But I just couldn't let you go.

I grabbed your hand, I had to show

This new invention, so divine. 

But you stormed out, I guess you hated

Salesmen, though we're underrated.

My anguish still has not abated!

Am I perceived as just a swine?

My cleaner to you I'd impart,

But, alas, right from the start

You led me on, then broke my heart

Through your rejection and decline.

Which client were you? I can't tell,

Although one-eighty rings a bell.

It sure is awful hard to sell

These worthless products made of pine.

And what's my wish, just once a year?

A client saying, without fear,

Those seven words I'd love to hear:

"I'd like that item to be mine."