First Date Dilemma

Young boy’s first date, I was hoping to mate, Too backward even to kiss, Oh wonderment of love’s bliss! Puberty’s pimples galore, All the while was hoping to explore, Little red bumps are sore, She said, “You are a bore!” So embarrassed I could cry, She was the apple of my eye, I was hoping for romantic sigh, She would not sit close by! At about half past eight, She said, “It is getting late, I have another date, with Nate!“ Car won’t start, a dreadful fate! I remember this first date, With one of my wives, named Kate, To a divorce, I do relate, She cleaned my slate! Kate, she is one of my exes, I pay child support from Texas, The cost of mating perplexes, A pauper of the opposite sexes! For and in honor of Carol Brown