Three shiny-loving crows found a perch, and plunked their talons down
Two had landed on a rusty antique pick-up truck – Tom and Town.
Their cousin Lee had found a place to sit on a telephone pole.
Bragging, laughing and sharing stories was their goal.
Their stories were bawdy, and funny, fowl-like and fine.
By the time the sun began lowering, they had told forty-nine.
Cawing, squawking, crackling creaky beak laughs floated in the air.
Let’s meet here Wednesday said Lee, if you two married ones dare.
Sam was the fluffiest Tom on the Parisian block
The tittering of females was found around the clock
They came into Starbucks at a quarter until eight
Giggling and gaggling, which he did not appreciate
Give it a rest, Sam thought, as he tried to read his book.
They were older ladies, giving him a “come hither look”.
He was tired of being married, he had done it six times before.
He would always amble home to Mama at a quarter to four.
James did not invite a lot of guests
they had to know him better than the rest
his mother had decorated his apartment nest
in hot pinks and fuchsia, a friendship test
he had protested when he had first seen his lair
I am the expert, his mother said, to be quite fair
she also wanted to give overeager girlfriends a scare
staying over meant that they probably did really care
How merry could the old bachelor be?
We decided to set him up, times three.
He was polite.
Not contrite.
He then demanded life privacy.
A fast depreciating currency,
Pity arousing like an emergency
His low earning not an excuse
For a now irritating celibacy
And choice of a lifelong recluse,
Whose quitting ought to have been with immediacy!
In closely knit societies the first outlaw,
Easily emerging the night’s gossip served raw;
In every ranking the lowly esteemed
To take up the rear among the fondly dreamed,
Be he a scholar or a voice,
A guidance counselor or one whom children rejoice:
What the hell has been stopping him from the Holy Sacrament,
If he has in a wife’ foreseen an Ornament.
Always outdoor activities shunning
But in the nocturnal hours shining,
If not among his likes the Unhappily Married,
Who when not bemoaning their marriage, already buried
Are enjoying his clever bachelorhood
And mistake avoiding manhood!
The eligible for a female partner
Between the highly placed and a gardener;
Thirty years a massively supported age,
As one still doesn’t seem a sage,
Who wants to a union solemnize
And the honorable fun and sex officially recognize.
Maximally forty five years for any male to stop being bloody single,
His voice, strength or money to start arranging a marriage jingle.
Often of few worries, a lot of liberties exercising
And to a lifestyle of softer morals compromising;
No fathered babies to be humoring with toys,
A decided diversion of attention to other joys…
No infant to on its behalf bulging envelopes release,
No reckless nor fastidious wife to scold with ease.
A time and again experimentation with women
Of a life largely swayed by bad omen:
What he ‘d been snatching from ***********,
With the promiscuous posing in careless photography
The same practices this married counterparts had dropped behind
In pursuit of the mature lifestyle of the Non blind.
Oh, you never married and wanted to settle down,
today you regret it and cry alone;
beautiful girls, you held in your manly arms,
some were fooled, many looked for love, not fun!
Oh, are you proud of the crazy things you've done?
Hearts don't break easily unless one lies!
Handsome bachelor of bygone ages,
aren't you sorry for using those poor girls,
promising them Haven, and never marrying them?
How sure were you not to have found a gem?
Oh, you took pretty girls to your castle,
there you were king and they obeyed your rules;
little they knew you deceived them with promises;
oftentimes, they didn't smile but tremble!
Handsome bachelor of bygone ages,
you were blessed with charming smiles,
making everyone fall for you and it felt cool
without realizing you didn't feel complete!
Handsome bachelor of bygone days,
you didn't live a godly life, but a lustful
one using them and hurting them
as you pleased feeding the flame of your whim
that condemned nothing, everything was obsolete!
Oh, you never married and wanted to settle down,
today you regret it and cry alone;
beautiful girls, you held in your manly arms,
some were fooled, many looked for love, not fun!
Oh, are you proud of the crazy things you've done?
Hearts don't break easily unless one lies!
Handsome bachelor of bygone ages,
aren't you sorry for using those poor girls,
promising them Haven, and never marrying them?
How sure were you not to have found a gem?
Oh, you took pretty girls to your castle,
there you were king and they obeyed your rules;
little they knew you deceived them with promises;
oftentimes, they didn't smile but tremble!
Handsome bachelor of bygone ages,
you were blessed with charming smiles,
making everyone fall for you and it felt cool
without realizing you didn't feel complete!
Handsome bachelor of bygone days,
you didn't live a godly life, but a lustful
one using them and hurting them
as you pleased feeding the flame of your whim
that condemned nothing, everything was obsolete!
Less any objection with the missus,
versus never experiencing living alone
well...yes during that rough patch,
(sans during early adolescence),
I existed in a bone
huff fied impenetrable cocoon,
and just maybe before
yours truly dies, a clone
can be created from
stem cells of this doggone
melon collie, whimpering
beastie boy finally revelling,
where destiny does enthrone
me rendering unfettered
with round the cluck nymph fone
mani yolk hen pecking, nagging,
and leaching... from blood sucking
vampire spouse foregone
as a "bad" dream worse
than getting Rhode
Island sized gallstone
removed subsequently
saving said as gemstone
whiling away hours, days, weeks...
chiseling away at my gravestone,
no matter yours truly will get cremated
ashes scattered, liberated, and dispersed
finally exempt from grindstone,
where thee spirit
of Math Hew Homophone
Scott Harris appeased
as powdery gray flecks
similar to limestone,
that swirl reintegrating with Earth,
this quirky I poetically intone,
and soundlessly utter from jawbone,
perhaps communicating more
clearly by knucklebone.
Noodles kept fluffy and warm
Peas from the can shorn
Water drained from tuna's can
Now, bachelor man
Add all the mayo
You can stand
Feast!
Bachelor
unity
Which words can you come up without
duplicating that use the most different
letters? The above two words use thirteen
different letters. They also use all five
vowels. See if you can top that. Also,
I did not realize how many different
definitions to do had. Jim Horn
To do:
perform, execute
slang: attack
slang: have sex with
work, suffice
be reasonable or acceptable
in questions
in negations
for emphasis
referring to an earlier verb (pro-verb)
cook
visit
be exhausted, finished, ready
take care of, be well
be in jail
My son Scottie, the eligible bachelor
Has been down the road, still a lonesome traveller
His time will come
Sure as the sun
Keeps rolling around, he's a charming feller!
My son Scottie, the eligible bachelor
Has been down the road, still a lonesome traveller
His time will come
Sure as the sun
Keeps rolling around, he's a charming feller!
Bachelor Day
It was father’s day he got up early and
drink coffee near the phone just in case
his daughter rang.
Then it was afternoon and he must have
fallen asleep and he fretted if the phone
had rung and he hadn’t heard it.
He went into the kitchen but left the living
room door open, he had a ham sandwich
which he ate by the phone.
It was now evening and she was not ringing
how could she a product of his wishes,
childless man, she was a figment of your dreams.
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