The Blind Date
My name is Flutter T. Flies, my phantom date ferociously said.
I will remember his cocky attitude until the day I am dead.
Do you like frogs? I asked, in a silly sing song voice.
I am super sassy too, my name is Kathisha EverBee Joyce.
He rolled his eyes and acted like I was not the cat’s meow.
Which made me angry, and I mean furious now.
I saw pink, orange, blue and red in my mind.
How dare this Tom be nasty to me, a rare find.
It was a date set up by our mothers, idiots apparently.
We are not suited any more than a spider web to a bee.
I watched him devour fries in a weird ugly toothy way.
And I was glad to leave the buffoon at the end of the day.
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