I’m idling at the stop light, irate at the delay.
Though your chatter is innocuous, my nerves begin to fray.
As I gun the engine, the car leaps from the ground.
Is there a single subject on which you won’t expound?
Every single statement hits another nerve
as the tires chew the road up and navigate the curve.
I finally reach your neighborhood and my spirits soar.
We say good night and I am gone before you reach your door.
As blind dates go, this was the worse. For sure, there’ll be no other.
Never again will I accept a line-up by my mother!