Blind Date # 8

Here we go with number Eight,
Got to the house and was told to wait,
Come in and sit on the settee,
My God there was no TV,
No radio to be found,
It was a house with no sound,
Not sure if it was her Mom or the Maid,
But that she would hurry I quietly prayed,
I didn't even hear a clock tick,
The silence was making me sick,
It was like I was in total gloom,
As someone stared at me from across the room,
Then I heard the stair creak,
I turned to sneak a peek,
Then my mouth hit the floor,
No way could I take any more,
Could it be we had the same Mother,
She looked just like my bother,
Right down to the Flat Top,
And the shoes that went clip-pity clop,
Her voice was deep as hell,
If she was a woman I couldn't tell,
A backward look I'd never cast,
I just ran really fast,
I made to the car and that was good,
On the porch they both stood,
I really haven't dated for so long,
No way can I see what I've done wrong,
I am a gentleman through out every stage,
I don't look that bad for my age,
Maybe it the girls I choose,
But this dating thing has me confused,
Should this just be the last one,
Because it really hasn't been much fun!

An Uncle Charlie Original