Big Date
A knock at the door
who could it be
I didn’t realize
he was calling on me
Brush my teeth
Tie my shoes
“just one second...”
Which hat should i choose
Running downstairs
“Im ready to go”
But he left aready
leaving only a note
I was fashionably late
He was gone out the gate
So much for my hot date
On that note I humble read
Every word, written in red:
When opportunity knocks
Dont keep him waiting
Be dressed and prepared
Anticipating.
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