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It was October the tenth of eighty-eight,
The memory still keeps me awake,
When I agreed to my first and last blind date
And thus made a HORRID mistake!

We met for cocktails at six on the nose
Knowing I had to work around nine
In my bag shoved a bra and casual clothes
Headed off perky, bra-less and fine.

My friend had described him as "funny as hell"
Only hoped she did not mean his face.
The only lone man's head was covered with gel
And two straws in his nostrils were placed.

I tried to make a quick turn around
But his horn-rims were not just for show
His beard held remnants of the food he had downed
And I soon found an excuse to go.

I grabbed up my purse, to my car made a dash
In the dark quickly took off my shirt
Reached for my bra, heard an unsubtle crash
And my senses all went on alert!

And there in my window, redder now than his nose
Stood my date for once flustered and mute.
And upon his head like some white, lacy rose
Was my bra, looking nothing like cute.

And lighting the way, so all could enjoy
My topless display and disgrace
With flashlight in hand, each scout a boy
Was troop 547 Lake Grace.

"You dropped this, I'm sorry" he stammered and ran
As the boys still continued to stare.
"Move along now young men, you helped out that man!
I've no badges pinned on me down there!"

So that is the tale how I gave up all dates
And now ALWAYS stay covered up tight
And how one moment can change all of our fates
Signed, Sister Margaret, Order of Light.

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