Almost Late For A Date
Like a sack of potatoes lying in the sun.
I am soaking up rays, just having fun.
I am building up my vitamin D.
Not a single fear of skin cancer, you see.
I awake with a start & look around.
All is dark. The sun has gone down.
What is that in the shadows I see?
Is my mind is playing tricks on me?
It looks like a ghost, but it’s not moving.
Then, it starts dancing, really grooving.
It’s hopping and bopping and getting it on.
Now it’s doing the ‘robot’ on the lawn.
It starts to ‘moon walk’ as my eyes adjust.
Then I can see clearer. What the heck??
It is my girlfriend who is the groovy ghost.
She is, by far, the ghost with the most.
“Hey!!” “ What are you doing here?”
“You’re late for our date” she sneered.
“What? What time is it? I fell asleep.”
“It is obvious you were counting sheep.”
“I thought you were a ghost. I was losing it.”
She said, “Oh, be real and use your wit”
“Let me shower, shit, shine, and shave.”
She said, “Hurry it up or we will be late.”
I spiffed up and in a bit, off we went.
We had plans. I will give you a hint.
It has a slot—- and it goes like hell.
Does “Slot Car Races” ring a bell?
She had her car and I had mine.
Mine was faster. I beat her every time.
Yet, she still liked the excitement.
The race was on without any enticement.
She kicked butt on all the female racers.
Most guys only saw a trace of her.
I barely squeezed past on the last turn.
She said, ”That’s o.k. I have a lot to learn.”
A fun night for us overall.
I would call the night a draw.
We made an ice cream stop after that.
Then headed home in nothing flat.
“Why are you speeding?” she asked.
I said “Oops, my foot stuck on the gas.”
Once home, we cuddled for awhile.
Then, she said goodnight with a smile.
What a good day it turned out to be.
I think tomorrow I will see.
Start with a nap in the sun.
Then, later on, I will have more fun.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)