Beneath the clock, I waited expectantly
Awaiting my blind
date, a little nervously
He’s late but I don’t
mind, at least not yet,
No doubt he’ll have a
good reason, I bet.
He’s here at last and
only an hour late
A good-looking man so
worth the wait?
Clear blue eyes and
his smile is terrific
Oh, but his breath
could stop the traffic
Nobody’s perfect and
he has a kind face
And he’s booked at an
exclusive place
The restaurant looks
fine, very expensive,
Alas appearances were
definitely deceptive
The food was poor, and
service shambolic
His conversation dull
and monosyllabic
Drinking to excess and
slobbering food
His table manners
nothing short of rude
His drinking drove me
around the bend
I couldn’t wait for
the evening to end
The bill arrived and I
was asked to pay half
I replied flatly
“you’re having a laugh”
He leapt to his feet
exploding with fury
But fell backwards
into the shrubbery
I threw him a look of
contempt and disdain
Embarrassed, I left
saying “never again”
And “of course a blind date would go amiss,
I can’t believe I shaved my legs for this”
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