I'Ll Never Forget What's His Name
I had in my first year of college
a blind date, and boy, was he lame.
Of manners he had little knowledge.
I’ll never forget what’s his name.
I think that we went to a dance,
but the moves that he made were so tame
there clearly would be no romance.
I’ll never forget what’s his name.
I’d let that guy make me feel small
for not being his kind of dame.
Yet his face I don’t even recall!
I’ll never forget what’s his name.
My posey composed for this creep
is nothing approaching acclaim.
I DO recall that he was cheap.
I’ll never forget what’s his name.
Sept. 21, 2019
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2019
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