A Misunderstanding

I like his work he overheard her say He felt quite pleased though he took it the wrong way 'He thought' if she likes my work she will like me Perhaps I ought to ask her out for tea. When he introduced himself she seemed surprised So you are the artist I hadn't realized I love your work your talent is so great And with the very best there is you rate. 'He thought' I was right she likes me I can see And he glanced at his watch as he said to her maybe You'd like to join me in some cake and tea And spend some of your precious time with me. She blushed saying sorry that reminds me by the way I cannot have tea with you for I can't delay I have an appointment to keep today And I'm pressed for time so sorry I can't stay. She left the gallery left him standing there With his slightly wounded ego to repair And she thought to herself he must be mad He looks at least as old as my Grand dad. The way he spoke he had it in his head That he would like to have me in his bed But 'tis not my fault if I've been misunderstood If he thought I fancied him when I said his art was good. But at least he had not bowed to father time He had made a pass at a young beauty in her prime And though her polite knock back had caused him slight regret There's lots of life in the old bugger yet.