Blind Date
It was through a friend I found a date
I decided yes after a great debate
We arranged to meet by the station clock
I hoped she was ok , and I wasn’t in for a shock
At 7:45 I was standing with my flowers
It was only minutes but it seemed like hours
Then out of the crowd came a woman in white
At first I thought she looked alright
She came up to me and we said hello
I’d booked a table at a nice bistro
As we walked along her arm in mine
Taking in the view of the nice coastline
After a while she started to cough
Then she fell over and her leg fell off
Being concerned with much alarm
I reached down to help and pulled off her arm
I stood transfixed as she lay on the ground
Hoping shortly I would be homeward bound
I lent down again , my thoughts in doubt
Tried to help her up and false **** fell out
As they rolled down the bank , I was in dismay
Her body parts were in disarray
My blind date , I started to regret
As she lay there crying , all upset
“don’t you want sex “? I thought what a deflator
“throw it over here and I’ll shag it later “
Copyright © Graeme Taylor 2013
By GT
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