Dates

[CircleWalker]

Dates

Asking a girl for a date
Is something that most men hate
You don’t know what she’s going to say
You think the answer may be nay
She could give you the run around
Or just flatly turn you down
But if she happens to say yes
You’re really in a worse mess
But sometimes it is necessary
To have a date to be merry
 
Deciding which girl you’re going to ask
Is at the least a very big task
She must have a fantastic face
And curves in just the right place
She must have a marvelous mind
And also be extremely kind
 
If you find a girl like this
It seems that you can hardly miss
After you have picked the one
The hardest part is yet to come
You have to ask her if she’ll go
You’re wondering if she’ll say no
But if she says, “that will be great”
You say, “I’ll pick you up at eight”
 
When you go to get that girl
Your head is in a big whirl
By the time she gets into the car
You need a drink at a bar
 
Now you take her out to eat
And help her into her seat
The prices here are extremely big
But still she eats like a pig
Then you take her to a show
And you sit on the last row
 
Now it is time to take her in
You wonder if she’ll go again
You get some loving at the door
But you still want some more
 
When you get home you soon find
That girls are no good for mankind
You have found that you are broke
Going out is just a joke

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While going through boxes of my mother's things, I found a very old edition of my high school newspaper ... the annual literary edition ... published in 1975 (my senior year). On page 5, I found this poem, written when I was 17 years old. It was a required assignment for senior English. I did not write another poem for over 40 years, when one burst forth from my unconscious (9 more have emerged so far). I thought I would share it here, and this seemed the best forum. If only I had known then what I know now.

[Tiger the Lion]

Dates

Asking a girl for a date
Is something that most men hate
You don’t know what she’s going to say
You think the answer may be nay
She could give you the run around
Or just flatly turn you down
But if she happens to say yes
You’re really in a worse mess
But sometimes it is necessary
To have a date to be merry
 
Deciding which girl you’re going to ask
Is at the least a very big task
She must have a fantastic face
And curves in just the right place
She must have a marvelous mind
And also be extremely kind
 
If you find a girl like this
It seems that you can hardly miss
After you have picked the one
The hardest part is yet to come
You have to ask her if she’ll go
You’re wondering if she’ll say no
But if she says, “that will be great”
You say, “I’ll pick you up at eight”
 
When you go to get that girl
Your head is in a big whirl
By the time she gets into the car
You need a drink at a bar
 
Now you take her out to eat
And help her into her seat
The prices here are extremely big
But still she eats like a pig
Then you take her to a show
And you sit on the last row
 
Now it is time to take her in
You wonder if she’ll go again
You get some loving at the door
But you still want some more
 
When you get home you soon find
That girls are no good for mankind
You have found that you are broke
Going out is just a joke

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While going through boxes of my mother's things, I found a very old edition of my high school newspaper ... the annual literary edition ... published in 1975 (my senior year). On page 5, I found this poem, written when I was 17 years old. It was a required assignment for senior English. I did not write another poem for over 40 years, when one burst forth from my unconscious (9 more have emerged so far). I thought I would share it here, and this seemed the best forum. If only I had known then what I know now.

Teenage romances remain both a nightmare and a sweet dream. First real chance I had with my teenage crush, I got a bleeding nose from the stress and had to excuse myself. My skills improved very slowly from there.

[Wjames]

Hey Circle, welcome to the site - it's always interesting to dig up old poems after a long time and think about where you were in life when you wrote them.

[CircleWalker]

Dates

Asking a girl for a date
Is something that most men hate
You don’t know what she’s going to say
You think the answer may be nay
She could give you the run around
Or just flatly turn you down
But if she happens to say yes
You’re really in a worse mess
But sometimes it is necessary
To have a date to be merry
 
Deciding which girl you’re going to ask
Is at the least a very big task
She must have a fantastic face
And curves in just the right place
She must have a marvelous mind
And also be extremely kind
 
If you find a girl like this
It seems that you can hardly miss
After you have picked the one
The hardest part is yet to come
You have to ask her if she’ll go
You’re wondering if she’ll say no
But if she says, “that will be great”
You say, “I’ll pick you up at eight”
 
When you go to get that girl
Your head is in a big whirl
By the time she gets into the car
You need a drink at a bar
 
Now you take her out to eat
And help her into her seat
The prices here are extremely big
But still she eats like a pig
Then you take her to a show
And you sit on the last row
 
Now it is time to take her in
You wonder if she’ll go again
You get some loving at the door
But you still want some more
 
When you get home you soon find
That girls are no good for mankind
You have found that you are broke
Going out is just a joke

-----
While going through boxes of my mother's things, I found a very old edition of my high school newspaper ... the annual literary edition ... published in 1975 (my senior year). On page 5, I found this poem, written when I was 17 years old. It was a required assignment for senior English. I did not write another poem for over 40 years, when one burst forth from my unconscious (9 more have emerged so far). I thought I would share it here, and this seemed the best forum. If only I had known then what I know now.

Teenage romances remain both a nightmare and a sweet dream. First real chance I had with my teenage crush, I got a bleeding nose from the stress and had to excuse myself. My skills improved very slowly from there.

That is some serious stress, my friend. During that stage of life, everything seems to take forever.

Being a fairly shy introvert, I was a slow starter. It amazes me that I was willing to write that poem for public consumption. If I had to guess, girls and the frustration and angst that they prompted in me were the only topic that I could find poetic words for. Interestingly, not long after that poem was published, I had my first true girlfriend ... the relationship lasting 3 or 4 months ... then we broke up because we were going to different colleges and that was that.

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Hey Circle, welcome to the site - it's always interesting to dig up old poems after a long time and think about where you were in life when you wrote them.

Thank you, sir! It is really nice to find a welcoming site for those with poetic interests that provides some feedback ... sprinkled with a little kindness.

When I found that old school newspaper, I believe that 3 poems had already emerged (shockingly) during this new season of mine. It was fascinating to discover & remember that I had written a poem as a teenager that was recognized in someway, no matter how crude it was. Seeing that it came from a conflicted part of me that was so very attracted to the opposite sex, yet so very baffled by them. explains the spark that woke up that poetic energy.

[Namyh]

Circle - I do indeed remember those confusing, crazy feelings at that age. Later, I found out that I didn’t have to be a hero to get the right girl but that it was the right girl who brought the hero out of me. Ain’t life grand! Enjoyed your work. Namyh

[CircleWalker]

Circle - I do indeed remember those confusing, crazy feelings at that age. Later, I found out that I didn’t have to be a hero to get the right girl but that it was the right girl who brought the hero out of me. Ain’t life grand! Enjoyed your work. Namyh

Thanks!

The right girl is the key.

I found the "right" one twice, or at least I thought so at the time.   34 years (of marriage total) between the two, some were good! I've ended up with 2 great sons, and no enemies.

So, I'm grateful overall.

[Bunx]

This is super cute I think it depicts.. the anxiety of the idea of falling in love, then the irony of like putting a crush on a higher level
to find out they're human too.

Also I love that you dug this up from your past.

I know for me this site serves as journal, reading some poem years
later (often fixing typos of mine 7 years later)

It's a portal to things I've learned in my life through lessons inspiring many of my poems.

My advice though is to write more! To don't have to put writing on a pedestal. It's just as much for you as everyone else.

Hoping to read more, thanks for sharing

[CircleWalker]

This is super cute I think it depicts.. the anxiety of the idea of falling in love, then the irony of like putting a crush on a higher level
to find out they're human too.

Also I love that you dug this up from your past.

I know for me this site serves as journal, reading some poem years
later (often fixing typos of mine 7 years later)

It's a portal to things I've learned in my life through lessons inspiring many of my poems.

My advice though is to write more! To don't have to put writing on a pedestal. It's just as much for you as everyone else.

Hoping to read more, thanks for sharing

Thanks for the comments ... the kind words ... the "advice".

Without a doubt, my poetry is for my benefit first and foremost. It helps me to understand, or at the least, to get "things" out of my head and give them form. I share it in hopes that some might gain something from my experiences or insights.