Finally he asked for a date!
We went to the library—a safe place
to get to know each other,
sat at a heavy oak table, chairs close together
then opened our books as if to study.
He began staring, leaning too close
and looking through my coke-bottle glasses said
Don’t ever marry anyone who is nearsighted.
I stiffened my back,
glared with myopic vision
through the evidence of my inferiority….
When he called for another date
I pinched my nose and moaned
“Tho thorry, I’m having a thinuth attack”
and hung up the phone!