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.