Disappointed Date

I asked you for a date and you accepted. The car I used was my Dad’s – a Cadillac – with lots of begging. I paid your meal, you cleaned the plate. I bought the drinks you downed them all. The moonlight walk I had hoped to take I had to cancel: you couldn’t walk much less talk. I dropped you off expecting at the least a token for my generosity – a kiss, a hug, a smile, even a handsake. Thanks for the date anyway, you ingrate!