A Wimp In Your Life

It's been long days for you like a sad wake Stuck in this tight mess and cannot get out. Agony screams, Mama's boy is a flake I think he's just there for a round-about. Don't ever think this wimp can fill your cup Get a life, sweetheart; you're not yet sixty-four. He's still feeding on milk and running amuck Later on,you'll know he's not the real score. Imagine those places where happy dreams go Where summers find love, faithfully true. Be a woman like a sunset aglow, While he festers away, time for adieu! Agony Aunt Contest, Vicky Tsiluma