She waved down a passing cab, <br />And said, Hi Frank can I grab <br />A quick lift home, cos I'm a little late tonight, <br />Oh sure, he said, and smiled, <br />As if she were a child, <br />I'll set you down outside your door, if that's alright! <br /> <br />That would indeed be great, <br />She answered, I've got a date, <br />And I'll have to change and also snatch a bite, <br />I hope he will wait for me, <br />I told him that I'd hurry, <br />Musn't keep him standing long, on our first night. <br /> <br />Where are you going to meet, <br />I probably know the street, <br />I won't let you down, if time is getting tight, <br />No, don't you worry Frank, <br />But you, I would like to thank, <br />And if he doesn't show up, I'll ring you, if I might. <br /> <br />No problem, just you phone, <br />And don't walk home alone, <br />I'll be right there, I'd hate you to have a fright, <br />But there was no need for Frank, <br />To leave his taxi rank, <br />She found that her date turned out to be just right. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-date/
