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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