Lonely Heart Column
Is it too late to go on dates
with ladies, fat or thin?
An ad I place to find embrace;
replies come flooding in
The first is brash and has a 'tache;
the second, very gruff;
the third decrees she'd like to see
me standing in the buff.
I pay for drinks and then methinks
I'll never find the one:
it's cost me pounds and all I've found:
it's boring, 'stead of fun.
This dating game is pretty lame;
I want an easy life.
a sorry pup, I now give up...
I'll stay here with my wife!
* purely fictional
for Sara's Pink Domino contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2016
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