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