Damsel

They say that opposites attract.
That's a fact.
You with your little tyke on his trike,
Chasing bad guys down the pike,
And I, the tramp athlete
Are nothing alike.

I must approach with speed,
and I always take the lead,
I'd like to lend a hand,
and I'll give you all I can,

But my heart's as weak
As my manners rough;
I could still drag you down,
By not changing enough.

You have more needs
Than an extra set of hands.
You say life's a delightful grind,
and I don't understand.

Is it offensive to style you
A damsel in distress?
Just give me a signal,
and I'll give it a rest.