For all those nannies and single moms just trying to survive in the dating scene.
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Nanny's Romance
She taps lacquered nails on the table
at half-past seven. The candle’s burning low
and she glares when you arrive in a cloud of talcum powder.
“Where’ve you been?” she demands,
even though you both know the answer,
and you fidget, flicking your wrist self-consciously
behind your back to rid it of the sweet forgotten milk still resting there—
and wince as you feel it land on the
thin black silk of your best formal dress.
“Got delayed,” you say nervously, and sit down,
taking a sudden and consuming interest
in dabbing black silk with a fine cloth napkin
with as much dignity as you can muster, considering.
“Well—” she grinds out, but the waiter is there,
looking as though he can think
of a hundred thousand places he’d rather be
than serving the woman who’d been alone
at a table for thirty minutes.
“A bottle of your finest wine, monsieur,” you say desperately.
~*~ _________________ I'm ringing all the warning bells
Careful you don't hurt yourself
Mon Jan 03, 2005 3:47 am
DanceofSorrows
Joined: 29 Aug 2004
Posts: 2837
LOL gawd the dating scene!!!! Bravo on poem!!!!!
Dance~
Mon Jan 03, 2005 6:52 pm
Tigger Site Admin
Joined: 06 Feb 2004
Posts: 890
I know this one .....I would be the one waiting
Tigs
Mon Jan 03, 2005 11:00 pm
Laelithe
Joined: 03 Jan 2005
Posts: 12
Dance--thank you, hehee!
Tigger, oh man, hope that hasn't happened too many times. I hope you just ordered the most expensive dinner on the menu in retaliation! _________________ I'm ringing all the warning bells
Careful you don't hurt yourself
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