Beneath the clock I’m waiting expectantly
Awaiting my
blind date, a little nervously
He’s late
but I don’t mind, at least not yet
He’ll have a
good reason no doubt, I bet
He’s here
at last and only an hour late
A
good-looking man it was worth the wait
A kiss on
the cheek and a smile how terrific
Oh, but his
breath could stop the traffic
But
nobody’s perfect and he has a kind face
And he’s
booked a table at an exclusive place
The
restaurant looks fine, very expensive
Let’s hope
appearances are not deceptive
The food is
poor, and the service shambolic
His
conversation is dull and monosyllabic
He drinks
too excess and slobbers his food
His table
manners are nothing short of rude
His
drinking is driving me around the bend
I really
can’t wait for the evening to end
The bill
arrives and I’m asked to pay half
My
immediate reply “you’re having a laugh”
He leaps to
his feet and explodes with fury
Then falls
backwards into the shrubbery
I throw him
a look of contempt and disdain
Embarrassed
I leave saying “never again”
How could I
have known it would go so amiss?
I just
can’t believe I shaved my legs for this
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