Until then

Blind Date

There I stood at the door. In my tux, that's what I wore. 

Was her name Kim, Kelly, or Kate? That's the problem with a blind date. 

I bravely gave a hearty knock. From inside, I heard someone talk. 

She opened the door, but she was hardly a she, more like a he. 

There she stood. Plump as a pig. But, each leg the size of a twig. 

Hair frizzed in a mess. One giant knot. She could have combed it. Just a thought. 

Her skin translucent as a ghost. It was a tie of what grossed me the most. 

Was it a pimple or wart on her nose? She stood there in a hunchback pose. 

She opened her mouth, ready to talk. Out came a clamoring squawk. 

"Are you Katy's date? She's running just a little late!" 

Oh, thank god, I elate. Blurting out, "Don't worry, I'll wait!"

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