You sat at the next table
This was your first blind date
Did she look just like her picture
Did he look like your first mate
No one fixed you up
Instead you took a chance
You met on the Internet
In search of a romance
Our tables were so close
Allowing me to hear
She'll have a Margarita
He'll have a glass of beer
You both had much to say
But words became too few
When your dinner came
All you did was chew
No need to surf the Net
To find another date
The night's still very young
Who knows what might await
By, Randee Saber 6/5/06
