poetry

Blind Date

I was tricked and set on a blind date,

At first glance we began to spew hate.

Whilst praising each other for appearance

looked every reason for disappearance;

still mustered a poem without coherence.

With his buck teeth he looked a beaver,

for me was a teen, had break out all over.

Between us lay a dead shrimp martyred

especially for the occasion .

In the end we left the dead fish in the bin

shook hands, split the aching bill

promised a venue to meet again

for the thrill.

6 thoughts on “Blind Date”

    1. It really was straight from hell, back in my college days. We both hated each other as soon we casted eyes 🤪🤪🤪

    1. It was awful we both couldn’t tolerate each other 🤪🤪, but definitely something I’ll remember forever.

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