An Unfortunate Date
My first blind date was a hideous sight,
When he introduced himself all his spit
Landed wetting my face and lightly hit
My cheeks. It was going to be a long night.
He spoke like he thought he was always right,
Then he scratched his head and flicked out a nit,
Tempted to say 'Ewwwwwww...' but I my tongue bit,
His conversations were not very bright.
Needing an excuse, I wanted to go,
I kept considering ways how to leave,
What was he saying? I just didn't know.
At some points he froze and started to heave,
It was making my anxiety grow,
A nice, white lie, now, I needed to weave.