A Story In Haiku

Posted by: ann on: 17 April 2007

• In: poetry
• 7 Comments

I love this form… I make no claims to having any flair,
certainly not compared to others around these parts.
He taught me everything I know.

I appreciate I digress totally from its original intent,
but with poetic licence and a lot of chutzpah, I wish to
attempt a silly story…

… it may go something like this

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Getting to know him
Eyes lock across the table
Feel salad in teeth

I’m a lucky sod
Never thought she would agree
Come on date with me

Powder room beckons
Spend penny, fix hair, fix teeth
That’s better go back

What’s taking her time
Ah she’s back looking divine
Pour another glass

Share bottle of wine
Feeling flushed and words slurring
First impression counts

She’s a right cracker
Must make a good impression
Maybe go dancing

Chat over coffee
Conversation light breezy
Wonders what he thinks

Penny for her thoughts
Can’t read her like open book
What do I do now

Tuck cold hand in his
Automatic reaction
It’s cold out tonight

This looks promising
Gives her hand a gentle squeeze
Maybe in with chance

Perfect gentleman
Knows how to treat a lady
Takes no advantage

Wonders if she will
We could go back to my place
Some girls do first date

Drives me safely home
Goodnight thank you kiss on cheek
Would you like coffee

Coffee and… breakfast?
Red fingerprints mark my cheek
Not that kinda gal

Too good to be true
Thought this one was different
Men are all the same

copyright 2007 ann raven

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