Ode To A Bad Date Poem by Sarah Sisson

A breach in my character;
shame on my arm.
Why have I chosen this
beast...? He is no charm.

I walk through the door
and my friends look at me.
Where did I dredge this one up?
Why don't I flee....

...to the bar to get a drink
so I can stay
with this monstrous catastrophe?
I should stray.

Then I took this hand
that I placed at my side.
A man that I'm not proud of.
Man I should hide.

So now all my friends look at me,
look at him,
And all that they see
is his smug little grin.

'Cause he is so proud of
the conquest he nailed.
And then they look at me and see
how I failed....

...to bring in the man
that I know I can get.
This will be a night
I will truly regret.


copyright 12-22-2008 ©® Sarah Sisson