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
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