It was a lovely meal; the guinea fowl exquisite.
Your face was quite appealing
Though I didnt want to kiss it,
And when you walked me to my car
And lowered your head to mine
My ungracious gut reaction was
My God! Is that the time?
The meal done, my wheels spun
Like something out a movie.
Just because we shared a table
Doesnt mean Ill share my duvet.
If you've any comments on this poem, Susan Grasekamp
would be pleased to hear from you.