As he turned around to give me 'that look',
I could read his mind, just like a book.

It's not that anything clear was there.
It's just that his head is full of air.

His eyes sparkled (from lack of thought).
My mouth, from laughter, really fought.

When he tries to give me that 'come hither' stare,
I can only think of the lack of thought being there.

Nothing like an encounter with this type of man,
gives to the urge to find 'intelligent life' in this land.

This much is true I have to admit yet.
It's not just women, who have this regret.

For every silly man like him, 'though my head I do scratch,
there is a woman out there, sadly, his equally silly match.