The Valley that Calls by Deniz Besim - HTML preview

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.