Her Date

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