April showers may bring May flowers.
But it ruined my new suede shoes.
I was going out for a first date,
but now I got the blues.
Car wouldn’t start and my bike had a flat.
My cell phone bill was long unpaid.
I walked for nearly an hour,
my nerves tattered and frayed.
I got to the movie, it was too late,
my date was nowhere in sight.
I turned around and headed back home.
I was hoping for an end to this night.
The rain was getting heavier;
the wind started to blow.
I huddled in an alleyway.
I waited for the storm to go.
A policeman stopped, just to check,
making sure I was O K.
I told him the whole story,
every detail of that day.
He gave me a lift to my house.
But my keys I had locked inside.
My wallet too was forgotten,
I then went for another ride.
I made a call at the station;
my mom must have gone out.
I then retold my story;
the cops looked on with doubt.
They stuck me in a crowded cell,
I was tired, wet and cold.
They others asked what I was in for.
My story again was told.
Some thought it was funny;
some thought I was a fool.
One said I was cute,
he thought my shoes were cool.
I didn’t sleep at all that night,
afraid of what might come.
I shivered there for hours,
my feet were getting numb.
My mother finally showed up,
she strolled in at around noon.
She yelled that I should grow up.
I said I may and May can’t come too soon.