Best Cad Poems
The most handsome of boyfriends I had
broke my heart; what an arrogant cad!
But I don't think I missed
out on much. How he kissed
makes me think - sex with him must be bad!
For The Contest: A valentine Limerick~ to your x-lover the heart-breaker ( explaining how life goes on ) after the heart break.
Sponsored by Sidney ~ LeeAnn
My dad was renown as a cad
Which made my love life rather sad
Would I know when I kissed her
That she was my sister?
If not, he would be a grand dad!
It seems our Easter Egg dyer
Was a notorious liar
Our firing squad
Knew he was odd
But reacted when he yelled, "Fire!"
Sue's livid with Mackie Avellen
He's ditched her for her bestie Ellen
I pity poor Sue
Not sure what she'll do
As her pregnant belly's now swellen
Now Mackie is nasty cad
He’s denying that he is the dad
A paternity test
Will put Sue’s mind at rest
His denial made Sue boiling mad
Sue's happier now without Mackie
Ellen never will please him, she's wacky
She'll raise their l'il boy
He'll be her pride and joy
Mackie's proven to be just a lackey
Hither and thither and yon
Is a place where all cads belong
An internet tweet
Records their deceit
To haunt them their whole life long
my valentine glee
she's agreed to marry me ~
her dads rich you see
I have written the ultimate love song
it was the braggadocio cad, Sir Edward
He thinks his words are golden laced with silver
Some of us yawn, I may have giggled
He plays his song for us, which is no surprise.
It is amazingly tender, romantic and well-written.
You did not write that! Accuses his sister.
Sibling rivalry is in full swing, so we scatter.
killing time is absolutely necessary
like fire in water
like killing the kid who begged you for justice
killing time is honorable
like how the paint fades
like driving over it
killing time is infectious
like blood on the car door
like a burl on a tree in the chemical dump
killing is
like you like the sound of it
like the tick
killing
there was a young cad named Dennis
who liked to take risks with the women in Ennis
one night with Darla in bed
she suddenly said
my husband will be home any minute
Can you have my Number ?
Sure !
Do you want my husbands as well ?
And by the looks of the ring on your finger !
Can I have your wives too ?
I only ask as I wish to inquire ?
Why, She is not enough for you ?
And is there anything I can do ?
To make her see sense !
And leave a Cad like you !
(Lights dim, a single spotlight illuminates the speaker. A beat drops, subtle and rhythmic.)
Cad Jax. Yeah, that name hummed with the city's pulse, a neon flicker in the back alley of your mind/
(A slight snap of the fingers)
He was Mr. Flow, man, pure, uncut man on the go/
Had a ride that whispered promises of asphalt freedom, a chrome-plated whisper stretched long and low, hungry for the open road/
(The beat intensifies slightly)
The ladies dug him/ dug the swagger, the glint in his eye that held secrets and late-night passion with no promises/
His pockets? fuhgeddaboudit overflowing with Franklin’s fat with the green whisper of possibility/
Dough, man, he swam in it/
(A pause for emphasis)
Superfine cloths, silk that dripped like honey, tailoring sharp enough to cut glass/
Diamond rings, catching the light like stolen stars, flashing a message/ I made it/
Alligator shoes, gleaming menacingly, pacing the concrete jungle. And that cane… that skull walkin' cane, bone-white ivory grin, a silent companion, a reminder of where he came from/ or to beat you down dead/
(Voice deepens, a hint of grit)
Man, this cat was a knockout/ women said he took your breath away and left you dizzy/
Grown men were envious and had a strange kind of respect for Cad Jax/
He always had the game/ knew the angles like a pool shark, saw the weaknesses, and played the hand he was dealt with a surgeon's precision and a hustler's heart/
(Beat shifts, a darker undertone)
Cad Jax grew up hustlin' down in the gut of the hood. flippin’ cards, shootin’ dice, sellin' a high/
Runnin' numbers... for downtown Mick/ a web of loyalty and betrayal, a delicate dance with the devil/
He was never far from the clatter of a movie soundtrack to broken dreams and desperate hopes/
Low-down funky dope bars, reeking of cheap whiskey and regret, the soul-jazz organ crying in the corner/ that was his young life but never behind bars/
(Voice lowers, almost a whisper)
Cad Jax… he was in the flow, alright. but even the strongest current can drag you under/ like quicksand all around you/
and the city? The city will always remember the legend, Mr. Dynomite Cad Jax…
When I was young
I thought I knew
Where to draw the line
But today
I can see
How very wrong I was
I did not know
What would matter
As the years went by
Where I drew
Many of lines
Was very, very wrong
I did things
That pains me now
I wish I could undo
Many people
Did I hurt
Great pain I caused
Oh that I
Could make amends
Some how make it right