Dateless and Desperate
Marion Tremlett
I'd been seeking a flirtation (given my state of desperation)
And I'd made an assignation with a gent from on the 'net
But after meditation, my great fear and trepidation
Made me feel this visitation just might cause me some regret
So I quaffed some 'medication' to control my agitation
Then I headed for the station and attempted not to fret
But an urge for defecation sent me seeking sanitation
And I squatted on that basin with a tummy quite upset
The train, my transportation, took me to my destination
And I perched with expectation where our meeting had been set
We'd had a conversation that he'd wear a red carnation
And with slight exaggeration I'd said "I'm a slim brunette"
Well, I sat at that location with increasing consternation
And a dawning realization that the gent was not there yet
To my humiliation and tremendous indignation
That man shirked his obligation to attend our tête à tête
There was no flower, no flirtation, not a chance of conjugation
So no cause for celebration, and no coffee, no baguette
Well, I cursed him to damnation and buried my frustration
And I made the declaration I was glad we never met
Now I sit in isolation; no more heeding the temptation
To succumb to invitations … and I trust I won't forget!
