Date Poem by Eva Lorennij Lemari

I got a date!
but, hes an hour and a half late.
That makes me not wanting to wait.
I'm sitting at the table with my hands over my plate.
Thinking what kind of dessert i should make.
The phonerang, it was my date.
Saying, he can't make it to our date.
Because, his boss made him stay late.
Next day, found out that he was mateing with his boss.
That cost him to stay late, that cost to loose a date.
Next day, he called to apologize to say he was a bad date.
But, i was in his house making out with his best roomate.