No More First Dates

Hair all bedraggled And soaked to the skin Stood there in odd socks But a million pound grin A plate full of food Is eaten in a hurry "Leave the washing up We're gonna miss Corrie!" Sat in knickers and boxers As we don't seem to care We are what we are And not what we wear Child like giggles Mask that we're grown ups Chipped mugs full of tea As there's no china cups I wake through the night With questions in my head Why someone so small Would need so much bed So now I'm on Facebook With my status updates I have the world's biggest smile ........There's no more first dates.