' Egotism ' Poem by Gordon Whittaker

I had a date, but in the rain I let her wait.
She was a ravenous beautiful creature,
deserving of me, for I had caught her eye.
The thought of her waiting especially for me
made my confidence and egotism run high.
I hopped of the bus with a jaunty step
as I hoisted my umbrella in the air.
I felt really good, she was still waiting there.

Hello been waiting long, ? I casually asked of her,
She was wet through to the skin
the rain was pouring off her chin.
No words passed her lips
instead she gave me a long frightening look,
followed by a lightening left hook.
Another sledgehammer blow put me down on the floor,
my senses were running amok.
I was being beaten up by something in a frock.

I was brought to by the words ' what happened to you “
I must have had a blackout was my reply,
As I was helped to my feet, I thanked the guy.
My pride and egotism would not let me tell the truth,
as I walked down the street nursing a very loose tooth.
But now I have seen the light and felt the pain,
I shall never leave another girl waiting in the rain.