Blind Date Poem by Shirley Harrison

So, I walk into the pub, I'm walking in blind
don't know who I'm meeting
no idea, who I'll find?

I'm not really even excited
Just wanted to be wined and dined

I walk over to the bar
I order a large G and T
I drink it in a second
a tap upon my shoulder
I turn around to see

the extra-terrestrial home coming
by gosh it's the one and only E.T

now I'm no oil painting
but by-golly even Mona Lisa would have fallen off the wall

his head was shaped real funny
just like a rugby ball

as I stood staring, pretending I'm not me
playing with my thumbs
I hear the knocking of his knees

wishing that my gin and tonic
was a triple, and then filled with another three

trying hard not to look at this poor fellow
that looks just like, E.T

he wanted to have a conversation
but I wasn't in the mood
I told him very politely
don't worry sir...
your date, will be here soon?

so there he was having a moan
and me?
well I listened to him groan

now I know just why it's better better, being alone
my last words to him were

"here you go my darling"

you can borrow me phone.