secret date

i had a date with kate, a classmate i used to hate
till we were joined by fate, of late, when she made me anticipate
a date i and my roommates would celebrate.

i began to salivate when we got to the eatery's gate.
notch up of plates of chocolate, as we ate,
i stopped, i had to hesitate and meditate about kate.

we left there late in a joyous state, but kate said, 'wait
is this the end of the date?' i stared at her pate
to investigate the rate our love would saturate and pecolate.

you know how hard it is to initiate what a lady'd appreciate,
as they demonstrate on channel eight on Sunday by eight.
so i leered at kate to spice up the date, but she said, 'mate,

is this your first date? if you don't act straight, we' ll separate.'
i didn't know how to gesticulate as she seemed prostrate
with hate on her face like a slate. i said, 'kate

don't make me emaciate. it's hard to envisage and calculate
what you want from this date. lets have another date'
but she left. i said, 'kate, wait, lets negotiate'

when i got to my gate, to hibernate, my roommates
were waiting to congratulate me on my last intimate
date with kate whom i used to hate as classmates