Our Spicy First Date Poem by Edward A. Morris

I still savor the thought of the zest that I caught
When you joined us that night after school.
Tara figured out why, since she's so sage and sly;
She left early to show it was cool.

With her sis Tara-gon, Ginger said with a yawn,
"My, it's late! " to clue in that nut-Meg.
"Would you look at the thyme! " came the reechoed chime,
With a wink from Corey-ander pal Peg.

Well, I felt like a god, though it seemed somewhat odd
That they all should jus' curry, but hey,
When you gave me a smile as we two walked a while,
It dissolved my perplexed caraway.

In this teenagey bliss, I leaned in for a kiss,
Little knowing what I was against:
You demurred in a trice, "Though hot pepper is nice,
I insist that it's parsley dispensed."

With a panicky cast, I apologized fast
In my chili confusion and dread,
But I saw your eyes light, and we had a nice night
Holding hands at the cinnamon stead.