I Wish You Were A Chocolate Cake

Every date that much more typical,
Of the boring egotistical,
Men that journey through my life,
For the prized title, that of wife.

To please a mother who keeps insisting,
A biological clock that’s ticking,
But not sure she’d justify what on earth it,
Takes to make these dates nearly worth it.

I’ve lost track so long ago,
Of a one sided conversation easy though,
As my lack of attention goes unheeded,
And, in fact, is barely needed.

As I think longingly of the dessert,
That might give this night some worth,
And allow myself to daydream,
Of perhaps an evil scheme.

Where he’s up in smoke and in his wake,
A giant piece of chocolate cake,
And when finally the waitress inquires,
If there’s anything else that we desire.

I eagerly accept the proffer,
Without even waiting for him to offer,
Or ever think about my rudeness,
As I immerse myself in the chocolatey goodness.

And when I’m done I become mildly aware,
Of the fact my date’s no longer there,
I linger to show a bit of tact,
Before deciding he’s not coming back.

And when I ask of family and friends,
They say they never heard from him again.



30 thoughts on “I Wish You Were A Chocolate Cake

  1. Ahhh yes… the cake date! ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ Though it’s been a long, long while since I became an old married gal, I well remember the chocolate daydreams…. a very nice poem, indeed!! Made me chuckle.

  2. How satisfying would life be, if we envisioned all as desserts.
    Thank you for the inspiration and the terrific morning humor – wonderful way to begin any day, though now I want chocolate cake…
    AnnMarie ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Oh, Stephanie! I don’t know why I didn’t see your comment above. I guess with the losers you just don’t care whether you pig out or not. Could be the rating of a date, if you don’t care about pigging out, you’re just not that into him! And Date Nut Bread…classic!

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