Her face rings a bell
I admit some vindictive spiteIt was that as opposed to the lass in the photo
Who turned up had more in common with Quasimodo
It was that she was an unpleasant frump
As obviously her brain was a fused lump
It was the rabid piggy-eyed leer
Not even innuendo but things said outright and clear
It was that she was an insipid bore
And I had, had, better conversations with a door
It was a comment on the fugue of my daughter
That led me to believe her brain was mostly water
I suppose I could have let my sentences tarry
While she looked up every other word in a dictionary
Near the end she asked for a kiss
I aimed for a cheek, which was a miss
I had to clench my locked jaw
To keep out the tongue from the gaping maw
I had tried to be pleasant, kind and nice
I’d received the equivalent of shock treatment and a bath in ice
Call me she said
I didn’t just leave I fled
On more than one date I’ve felt like meat
But for being sullied this one has them all beat
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