It was our first date and I had to impress her
While fighting the urge to move in and caress her
I’d have to be subtle and somewhat refined
And show her an intellect dwells in my mind
It wouldn’t suffice to say, ‘Fancy some nosh?’
Took a taxi uptown somewhere awfully posh
I tipped the head waiter to get a good table
Kept up the decorum as best I was able
The vino was tasted and two glasses poured
She licked her top lip and my temperature soared
Her manicured nails browsed a pure vellum menu
And we ordered the very best dish of the venue
We chatted, I felt I was holding my own
For not even once did she check out her phone
Dinner was served, to hell with the cost
My eyes drank her in and I knew I was lost
But I fell in love when my date got het up
Oy Geezer, she bellowed, got any ketchup?
The lass is lonely her life weary
Her stormy days restless and not easy,
She seeks of giving yet the weather dreary
Perceiving her world through bountiful eyes.
For sure therein her highest of mind
Yet for not of the common woes,
Gifts she loathes of many tributes
To handout the most regal of rose.
Yet a copper coin here a penny there
A wholesome batch of homemade bread,
To those the scruffy village urchins
She pursued the ragged poor instead.
Her father M’lord at his table rife
Silver sheen catches the sunlight,
Tis’ head waiter swings the liberal knife
Sweet daughter of protocol pretends.
For I was of urchin the village claimed
But she was educated and filled my head,
For now I am M’lord of the manor
Did grieve not when M'lord pronounced dead.
© Harry J Horsman 2020