First Date

First Date Babe, I would shoot cupids arrow in your bulls-eye He says with rally caps in his eyes ... you what? Her eyes blink Her breathing stops The first date emitting a moan For the better or worse, a passerby muses A coy laugh snaking from his lips She shows her teeth Balls her fist Gives the passerby a chop in the ribs And then the pond of ducks quaked and sky Drinks atop the bar scatter Like feathers thrown in the air Patrons then move closer to their campfire This is good, one says Reminds me of how I baited my wife Or is that banged? A cackle a laughs follow Throw another log on the fire, miss Please She looked over and just blinked Men connie pachecho 7/20/17