All of young-man kind know what they want.
I, too, have found myself on coed-hunts.
I too, have worn the camouflage of self-disguise.
All those before me said it wise,
Though the quarry themselves say they tire of seeing
Men all in the same disguise and seeking.
How does one notice, choose a man
From a living sea of fronts of bland?
Reasoned thus, I called a daring play,
Undisguised myself, and scared the girl away.
I, too, have found myself on coed-hunts.
I too, have worn the camouflage of self-disguise.
All those before me said it wise,
Though the quarry themselves say they tire of seeing
Men all in the same disguise and seeking.
How does one notice, choose a man
From a living sea of fronts of bland?
Reasoned thus, I called a daring play,
Undisguised myself, and scared the girl away.
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