Mismatched

Sylvain was always early
Renee was always late
She did nothing but hurry
He did nothing but wait

He liked to start each morning
With the dawning of the sun
She liked to snooze till later
And grab coffee on the run

She’d get to work all breathless
Rushing in with hair a mess
He couldn’t help but watch her
As she flew right past his desk

He thought her wild locks lovely
And her flushed red cheeks divine
Too scared to ask her number
He thought, “Hey, I’ll give her mine.”

It took three weeks of waiting
But at last he got the call
She said, “Let’s meet for coffee.”
He didn’t hesitate at all

Time now for the rendezvous
Will our mismatched pair connect?
Can Tardy and Early Bird
Make their pathways intersect?

Renee thought to meet at 3
Sylvain thought she said at 4
He had just found a table
When she walked in through the door

Published by Aly Writes

I bake. I write. What goes better together than a good story and a delicious fresh-baked pastry? Nothing. And I can give you both. Grab a hot cuppa and join me.

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