Costa Rica | Write Out Loud

Costa Rica | Write Out Loud

Costa Rica

In Puerto Lemon I met a girl, back then there were

many girls in Puerto Lemon, only she wasn’t of them,

she was the daughter of the harbour master

And she had class. I
knew the harbour master well and

it was at his home I met her.

We had dinner, to my dismay it was alcohol- free

so many people at the table uncles,

and I don’t know and under my deep tan I was

in a permanent state of blushing,

shyness and timidity have
always been my let down.

after dinner we walked in the park we held hands

and behind us her family.

A chaste kiss by the door, shaking hands, I was,

I think accepted.

And the girl, well, she had beautiful eyes but had

the odour of a nunnery
and soft- drinks.

I hasted to the nearest bar and drank rum & coke,  

I met a girl there she also had lovely eyes.

Someone told the harbour master who didn’t think

I was suitable suitor, and his daughter had cried,

once again, I had lost
a chance to be respectable

in Costa Rica.