DateA Poem by M. J. C. MataA pitiful situation for my character. If you could place yourself in his shoes, you will feel tha same way he felt.Amidst the rain a bus goes by. I'm right inside, all prim and dry I'm on a date and on my way. I'm running late, that's sure to say. A blissful evening it's supposed to be. My lovely Anne I can dreamily see. My suit is crisp, I made it sure. My flowers' fresh, my love's sweet lure. I'm in trouble, I know right now. If there's a way, I don't know how. Of all the things that mustn’t go wrong Was the blasted fact I napped to long. Caught a glimpse of her, thought I did. A desperate decision was my bid. I leapt from the bus and to her I ran, But it was just the gown – worn by a man! I'm cold and wet way down the bone. I guess I'll spend my date alone. I'm three hours late and my date's gone. It's my misfortune, it's now all done.
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