Blind Date

The idea of a date from an online service
made my palms sweaty and my heart nervous.
His email said, I'll pick you up at eight.
My response was, Sure that sounds great.

When he arrived knocking at the door
My anxiousness continued to soar.
At first sight this man looked mean
and his voice stumbled, Hi, I'm Dean.

I knew right away this meeting was doomed.
Dean was drunk and he wasn't well groomed.
In his hand he held a bottle of Absolut
garbling the words, Man, I'm outta loot.

When he mentioned he didn't have any cash
I heard my mama say, Don't dare date trash.
Quickly, I slammed the door on his face,
vowing never again to date anyone from Myspace.


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