I Took Her Out Poem by Randy McClave

I took her out for dinner
And I also took her out for tea,
Whenever she was hungry I fed her
I always took her out with a glee.
I cooked for her at my home
And I delivered food to her house,
I did it because it made me happy
And she wasn't even my spouse.
I took her to the grocery store
I bought her groceries so she could eat,
Whatever that she wanted I bought
Even steak and crabmeat.
Now she is at her home cooking
And she and her friends are all excited,
But, sadly I don't know what she is preparing
Because, I am not ever invited.
She never made me dinner
And she never made me lunch,
Never once did she make me a sandwich
Or even gave me an ice cube to crunch.

Randy L. McClave