Ode to the girl who works in a well known supermarket and clothing retail chain

Tilt Gone

We met on a night when fancy dress was all the rage.
I'm sure it must have crossed my mind to tell you my last name at some stage
But alas, of course we didn't get that far in our lustful conversation.
Probabaly due to the fact of Tilt Gone's inebriation.

Looking back on it now I should have given you my number.
But again my mind was weak from it's lack of slumber.
We should have stopped through the night to pause and take breath
But in the heat of the moment, common sense had just left.

Facebook is there and hence this problem could be solved.
But Tilt Gone is quite shady and there'a a history involved.
So i send you this poem as a token of time spent.
What was, is now memory. For my mistake I'll repent.

donmeister

Officially the weirdest thread I've ever read.

irishgeo

tesco or dunnes so

spider guardian

Give us a name. I still have a few contacts from my time in Tesco and the brother works in Dunnes. For a nominal fee we'll track her down.

yop

Ode to a daft thread.

Oh it was the OP who composed
A thread that is now closed