Saw her on a railway platform
Making myself just a bit lost
I went up to her and said "Hello Miss"
She turned away as if she gave me a miss
Then I said "Hello Beautiful, How are you?"
She gave a look that asked, "Who are you?"
She moved away but my look was still on
And started and stared till the train came on
Her beauty faded and she seemed normal
And yet I stared just as normal
The lips lost their glow, and so did her eyes
Too manly were her broad jaws
While too square was her thumbnail
Which she tried to hide under her stole
The train stopped and so did my staring trial
As I moved away, I heard someone say
"A beauty stared too much becomes a witch
A girl loved too much becomes a bitch"