A Tall Story

Let me tell you a story

about my friend Kate.

Two weeks ago

she went on a date,

I set her up

with a fellow work-mate,

tall, dark, handsome

and surprisingly - straight.

I had a good feeling

I thought they'd be great,

together they're perfect

it had to be fate.

But she called me that evening

she seemed quite irate,

"He hasn't shown up

how long should I wait?"

She ordered her meal

and stared at her plate,

all alone at the table

on her lonesome she ate.

She moved to the bar

it was getting quite late

when a stranger approached

all of four-foot-eight.

Too pissed to care

too mad to debate,

"You OK?" he asked,

she was in quite a state.

Well I know you're all dying

for the latest update,

it seems they're together

this clown and my Kate

I know that sounds harsh,

but I just can't relate

with this guy that she met,

all of four-foot-eight.

My friend you see,

has an unusual trait,

she's six-foot-four

and it's hard to translate

what it must be like

when they copulate.

But despite my opinion

who am I to dictate?

He may not look it

but he is her soul mate