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Beneath The Clock
by
Paul Curtis
| Beneath the clock I’m waiting expectantly Awaiting my blind date a little nervously He’s late but I don’t mind, at least not yet He’ll have a good reason no doubt, I bet He’s here at last and only an hour late A good-looking man it was worth the wait A kiss on the cheek and a smile how terrific Oh but his breath could stop the traffic But nobody’s perfect and he has a kind face And he’s booked a table at an exclusive place The restaurant looks fine, very expensive Let’s hope appearances are not deceptive The food is poor, and the service shambolic His conversation is dull and monosyllabic He drinks too excess and slobbers his food His table manners are nothing short of rude His drinking is driving me around the bend I really can’t wait for the evening to end The bill arrives and I’m asked to pay half My immediate reply “you’re having a laugh” He leaps to his feet and explodes with fury Then falls backwards into the shrubbery I throw him a look of contempt and disdain Embarrassed I leave saying “never again” How could I have known it would go so amiss? I just can’t believe I shaved my legs for this |
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