To the pretty young brunette I served on Sunday afternoon:

I'm sorry.

I couldn't think of anything to say.

I was speechless.

It seemed like you knew I was helpless,

looking at you

every chance I had.

You were gorgeous-

your black hair shiny

and that red top hugging

your torso so tightly.

I'm afraid

I'll be using that image in the most naughty of ways

without your consent

no doubt.

For this, too,

I apologize.