Blind Date # 30

Blind Date # 30

A Poem by unclecharlie

Blind Date # 30









We meet hugged and she smelled so nice

Maybe on this one I shouldn't have thought twice

Then she made some mild little action

Could this all be from Fatal Attraction

I asked what she'd like to do for some fun

She wanted to got to the range and had her own gun

I told her for that I was really not prepared

She that gun so face I ducked and got scared

It was a big piece of very shinny steal

She drop out the clip to prove it was real

All of this put me completely in shock

On this door should I have even knocked

Very slowly she put that gun away

I was stunned and had nothing to say

Then she locked in the truck of her car

Asking if I'd like to go to a bar

I told her that would be great I could use a drink

But driving my car would be better don't you think

Started to car for our little trip

Then out of her pocket a small bottle would slip

She picked up putting it away seemingly fast

I waited but for long before what it I had ask

just a simple medication that she needed to take

To calm her so that scenes she wouldn't make

Then she came off with the whole spill

She had antidepressants, a physcotic contraptions and was mentally ill

Still we continued on down the street

Decided to just get something to eat

The place was a very nice bar and grill

Service was great and so was the meal

Things just seemed to go really fine

So we sat longer and drank a little wine

She had a bit to much and didn't want to drive

Asked me kindly to please give her a ride

Got to her house and it was a vry big home

I asked if she lived there all alone

She more then one live in room mate

Would I like to come in it wasn't really very late

We walk through what I thought to be the front door

There was clothing and bags all over the floor

She asked that excuse this little mess

It wasn't that bad come see the rest

I look around in a 180 sweap

people everywhere I wondered where they'd sleep

We walked along into the very next room

My God don't they own a mop or broom

Still by my hand she would guide

Pulling me deeper and deeper inside

Didn't know if I was at the morgue or the dump

Like walking through a city alley in the dark

All that was missing was a dogs commanding bark

With every step I looked for an exit door

how would I find it I couldn't even see the floor

Finally told her the tour had to undoubtedly stop

I could walk in all of the kind of slop

She quickly stuck her hand the little bag

Was it a gun she was trying to snag

Instead she pulled out a good sized pocket knife

Saying she would decide after all it was her life

I backed up slipping just a more then a bit

Paying I'd find a door and the florr I wouldn't hit

Then the door flung open to my total surprise

I was gone so fast no time for good bye

Now what next time I should think more then even twice

Some are crazy even when at first they seem very nice

And don't be distracted by the over whelming smell

That may just be a sign from some where close to hell!








An Uncle Charlie Original







© 2010 unclecharlie


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Added on March 6, 2010
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unclecharlie
unclecharlie

Palm Coast, FL



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Here is just a little about me. I have lived a life of choices and disappointments. Never counting on anyone but myself. I have had lots of alone time and lots of hard knocks. What doesn't kill us wil.. more..

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