Men

I have been waiting for over an hour,
I know he is always late,
The same excuses all the time,
Is that how people go out on dates?

The aroma of my steaming coffee
Makes me miss him all the more,
I find my head is hotter than my coffee,
I cannot take it anymore.

I fetch my cell outside my purse,
I dial his number at lightning speed,
He answers his phone after 30 seconds,
A good thrashing is what he needs.

I tell him I have had enough,
He always makes me wait,
It’s time I start to act more rough,
Or having Crème Coffees alone will increase my weight.

He lets me find a breather
Between my firing of breathless bullets,
And blames, and hurts, and words and anger.
He says, “Honey, I’m sorry, I got late.”

I cut the phone, I switch it off,
I pay my bill, I had my date!
I turn around, I scurry off,
He’s standing outside the gate.

I give him the most blank expression,
Blanker than the blankest paper,
He kisses my cheek and says “I love you”
And waves at the waiter.

I feel the melt inside my heart,
The hotter than coffee head
Is cooler than the ice cream inside its cart,
And the anger as good as dead.

We go back to resume the lost date
After I give him huge doses,
And the waiter this time gives in my plate
A couple of beautiful roses.

I look at his smiling face,
His eyes have twinkle in them,
Ladies, This is the story of Men,
You cannot live with them, You cannot live without them!