Second Date Surprise

She was a widow, back on the scene,

Met a silver-haired charmer, living his dream.

Second date, thought they’d spark a little fun,

Called her son, said, “How’s this weed thing done?”

He said, “Hit it twice, then just chill for a bit,”

But she went all in, took three and a rip.

Now they’re on the floor, laughing like fools,

Burned hot dogs smokin’ up the whole damn room.

Stoned out of their minds, they’ve lost all track of time,

Paranoid and fried, oh, what a second date surprise.

Stumbled to the kitchen with red, glossy eyes,

Hot dogs on the stove, but time’s a slippery lie.

They’re spinning in circles, like a record in a loop,

Hot dogs charred black, smelling like a burned-up troop.

Now they’re on the floor, laughing like fools,

Burned hot dogs smoking up the whole damn room.

Stoned out of their minds, they’ve lost all track of time,

Paranoid and fried, oh, what a second date surprise.

Then there’s a knock, and their eyes go wide,

It’s his daughter at the door, they got nowhere to hide.

He whispers, “Play it cool, act like we’re sane,”

But a bad case of the munchies, give away the whole game.

Now they’re on the floor, laughing like fools,

Burned hot dogs smoking up the whole damn room.

Stoned out of their minds, they’ve lost all track of time,

Paranoid and fried, oh, what a second date surprise.

She says, “Next time, let’s stick to sweet tea,”

He nods, “Yeah, maybe a cup of black coffee for you and me

But they know deep down, on some future night,

They’ll be laughing in the kitchen, trying to get those hot dogs right.