She was a friend of a now ex-friend;
The blind date felt like it never would end.
The ”affair" was doomed before it started;
As soon as we met, she farted,
And without missing a beat,
She said, "I’m starved let’s eat!”
She wasn't bad to look at,
She wasn’t too thin or fat;
But there was so much wrong with her,
I knew I didn’t belong with her.
She had a voice that annoys;
Just my luck, she waddled like a duck;
But what decidedly doomed her -
She had no sense of humor!
It was plain that this was not to be,
Yet, inexplicably, she fell in love with me.
I still don't know why; it’s all a big blur;
I did nothing to encourage her.
And then I couldn’t discourage her!
I made it clear there was no ”we,”
But she pursued me relentlessly.
I didn’t feel the least bit flattered;
Getting rid of her was all that mattered;
Phone calls at night, ringing my bell.
How to repel this stalker from hell?
It took a court order to keep her at bay.
(I should have known sooner to do it that way.)
A non-relationship without a beginning,
Nothing in common, no joy for either, and not even sinning. ;)
I’m delighted that I’m out of it,
and there should be no doubt of it -
First impressions must be heeded;
Nuanced discretion is needed -
Subtle clues can be informing.
That fart must have been a warning!
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