30 poems in april

April 21st

Outside the shop with heavy heart I wait
already he is very, very late
this does not bode well for our second date
the way I'm feeling really isn't great.
In fact I'm starting to feel quite irate
for being late is something that I hate.
To be stood up appears to be my fate.
Towards me coming, then I see a mate
I can still have a meal at any rate.
We choose a cafe after some debate
the decor seems to be a bit ornate.
We order, food arrives piled high on plate
we chat, my feelings start to dissipate
I'm feeling full and enjoyed what I ate
no longer does his lack of manners grate.