Disappointment on the Hay Ride

Disappointment on the Hay Ride


The night was cold, crisp and begging for fun.
My date, Maggie was looking forward to a hay ride run.
A snap of the whip, the ride had begun.
What a great team, they were Belgian.

Nestled in the hay I offered an initial kiss.
Maggie rolled her head, I executed a miss.
All my forward advances Maggie did dismiss.
She deemed the entire scene totally amiss.

The night’s aroma was heavy with burning wood.
As the temperature dropped we bundled up good.
We saw our breath and smelled burnt firewood.
We sniffed pine, drift, rose, oak and more hardwood.

In the woods we could see the twinkle of town.
Darkness was prevalent yet did not drown,
The brightest of lights seen from downtown.
Those lights aglitter, there’ll be no letdown.

The hay wagon was buzzing with voices.
All the guys were trying to steal kisses.
However, my date declined my advances.
She was wary of all my lunges.

Alas, it was our first date.
She told me straight I’d have to wait,
For a more appropriate future time.
Thus ended the ride and this rhyme.