Suddenly, nine men,
each one taller than the last,
Entered my story;
Stole my ‘To-do’ list
And galloped into the night…
Or, the dog ate it.
‘Twas a right to-do!
List. Or you might miss something;
See what I did there?
However it was,
I will now re-think… again;
After a cuppa.
What do I do now?
Which is not rhetorical;
Please, can you tell me?
‘Get my finger out!’
‘Man up!’ ‘Go back to basics.’
Oh! I like that one.
I shall woo my love;
I think she’d love to be wooed;
I’ll send her roses…
Poetry (or not);
She didn’t like my rhyming,
And who can blame her?
Is one rose enough?
Or will she want more than that?
I really don’t know.
–
Ten Roses! That’s it!
And I hope she will like them;
They will cheer her up.
Not that she is sad;
I heard she’s been partying;
Out with all her mates.
Well,I have mates, too;
I will give them a phone call;
We’ll go partying.
That will show her what!
Actually, no one’s in;
Or, not answering
Or changed their numbers;
Or, they’re no longer known there;
I have got ‘no’ friends.
Roses need Water!
They look a bit deflated;
I’ll pour loads on them.
Not from the kettle!
Oh, what on earth am I like?
They have had it now!
Forget the flowers;
I shall organise a trip;
Take her somewhere nice.
Oops! Bank balance low;
I shall have to borrow some;
A loan from father.
I tried to explain;
I would pay back both amounts,
Plus interest. Damn!
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Eleven whole days!
Will she still remember me;
What are my chances?
Shall I give up now?
Or is there the slimmest chance
That I can succeed?
So many questions!
And not that many answers;
Procrastination!
No! I shall be firm;
And not wobbly like jelly-
I do like jelly.
I’ll cook her a meal;
With a starter and ender;
If that word exists.
What to make for her;
I could buy in a few things;
Or make it from scratch.
It may involve toast;
And beans, or cheese topping;
I know I like those.
But, her tastes are more;
She would expect a table cloth…
And some cutlery.
I will have to think;
Which is making my brain hurt;
And my wallet itch.
Ready meal for two;
But, Indian or Chinese;
Vegetarian!
Forgot about that;
So, just vegetables then;
Raw! That sounds like fun.
–
Twelve different ones;
If I can find that many;
And afford to buy them.
A meal fit for a…
Rabbit! What am I thinking?
‘She’ will be happy;
But, what about me?
A man needs his meat to live;
He cannot eat hay!
Perhaps some tofu;
Or Qwarn… Corn… Korma… that stuff
Salad-eaters eat!
I’ll pop to Lidls;
(Others are available)
And purchase their stock.
It’s gone 8 o’clock!
And the Lidl shop is shut;
– Getting in a rut!
–
Nothing in the fridge;
And ‘my’ hunger is quite ripe;
Starved of food, ‘and love!
Cupboards full of dross;
Old tapioca and some beans;
Gravy browning! Yeuch!
Hold on! What’s this tin?
Where is my can-opener?
It’s worth a gamble.
No label, but hey!
And hopefully it’s not beans!
Beans! It’s just my luck.
Bread? Not a muffin;
In fact, there is so nothing!
I am gonna starve!
Oh, dear, almost forgot;
‘She’ is to be wined and dined;
What on earth to do?
Graeme Sandford 