My Worst Date

Twas winter ninety-seven, all around the town Houses lit up magically, parties all around. Boyfriend says, come with me, to works Christmas dinner, Dress up chic and sexy, looking like a winner. Hair all done up, makeup on, gown that fits just right We’ll impress his colleagues, I was such a pretty sight. Ushered to our table, we sat with others there Such a lovely evening, a truly posh affair. Delicious food, friends were made, laughter filled the air, A real nice Christmas party, memories to share. Then came all the speeches, boring us all to death, The best part was the here here’s, sniffing wines sweet breath. Finally was time to dance, music filled the night, Dancing in my ball gown which now was fitting tight. Time and time we danced that night, in each other’s arms, Him with me and me with him, showing off our charms. Suddenly I laughed so hard, teeth went flying out, Slide across the dance floor, feet pushing them about. In a flash down on my knees, scurrying about, Found the little suckers, and popped them in my mouth. At the time I hoped and prayed nobody had seen, When I popped them in my mouth, and where they had been. Looking back, now I laugh, thinking it was funny, I’m happy now my mouth can say “C’est la vie. Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 10.26.2014 For Judy Konos Contest: C’est la vie 1st