she has had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn’t it

her sea-green eyes will look right into your soul

~

it was supposed to be a date

in the bar she sits, waiting

she’s pensive looking, sweet

as she expected he was late

he berated her, nasty, irate

angry words spoken in haste

are such a fucking waste

then all that’s left is hate

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

she always splashes on musky perfume

and smokes before any blind date

because dogs can smell fear