Johnathan knew his date would be sweet
He reserved a special table
Near the window
A special seat
Jonathan knew his date would be coming
If she didn't;
Embarrassing!
He tapped his fingers and prayed she'd come
Now wouldn't that be something!
With all his courage he politely fiddled
At the utensils on the table
He looked around and took a sip
That is, if he was able.
Suddenly Margret walks through the door
Calm and collect.
She speaks to the receptionist
"Yes, the last table to the left."
As he leads Margret to John, they finally engage
They shake hands and smile.
Well behaved.
Out come the breadsticks
A simple cuisine
One wrong move though, and she could leave.
They talk for a while
Get familiar
Minutes pass and soon they build a
Relationship, something that's hard to obtain
John didn't know it yet, he was feeling mundane
So they talked
And talked
And talked through the night
Until the date was over
And they had to say goodbye.
John met Margret,
Margret met John,
In the end, both of them
Knew what was going on
They had to see each other
One
Last
Time
Because, well...
The breadstick bring each other together.
Isn't that a crime?
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Boats, Cars, and Six String Guitars
Short StoryThis is a little anthology project of mine displaying the ups, downs, lefts and rights of life through several poems sorted into separate themes and/or topics. Some funny, some...not so much. Regardless, enjoy the poems, takes and themes in my newes...
