She thinks I'm crazy and she's right
That's why she won't date me but she might
Find someone better, she hopes
She can search forever, she won't
She's trying to be choosey & its fine
She'll eventually choose me in time
She just don't know it right now
But that's what she going to find out
Categories:
choosey, confidence, longing, poems, riddle,
Form: Rhyme
My birth name is Suzie, some say I’m a floozy
But I can’t be choosey, that’s just how it is
I’ve slept with a teacher and even a preacher
And many a doctor got more than a kiss
Don’t show me derision, you won’t go to prison
Please share me your caring and I shall share mine
Just show me your fondness for blue eyes and blondness
Sir, smile at me kindly and I shall be thine
My mother ignores me, my father deplores me
I can’t comprehend why they ever had kids
They share mutual scorn in a marriage forlorn
I guess I was born, then their love hit the skids
Next week I’ll be sixteen, that’s fifteen years unseen
Did they even once see me as heaven sent
I cook and I clean, they just watch that old screen
They don’t give a damn how I get them their rent
Just want to be flattered, don’t want to be battered
Just want to be noticed through eyes that are fond
On my bedside table, your cash will enable
me to torch this hellhole and then to abscond
So, please don't find mirth in my limited worth
All I have to offer is all that I am
Don’t think me obscene for you could have been
Stood in my shoes were you born to my pram
Categories:
choosey, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
Asparagine
Is ever so mean
Spreading breast cancer
All over the scene
Researchers said
Asperagus fed
Cancer cell spread
'Til patients were dead
Forget the greens
And fill up on beans
You know what that means
So map out latrines
Vegans like Susie
Are known to be choosey
Beans make them woozy
& Hops are too boozy
Harken to doctors
Our Grand Concoctors
Whose bank account soars
When you open their doors
Now Mardi Gras
Is one day away
Asparagus passé
Enjoy Beaujolais!
Categories:
choosey, cancer, cheer up, food,
Form: Verse
Offered a starring role in a naughty movie
Thrilled but said no, t'was much too icky gooie
As shy as I am
This sweet wee lamb
My demure demeanour makes me a bit more choosey
Categories:
choosey, celebrity,
Form: Limerick
Yeah take a bite outta me
but kindly do it Gent Lee
I prefer nibbles along the neck
but HEY what the heck....
your bod makes me woosie
and beggars can't be choosey
so take a bite outta me...Ohhhhh So Good....
Categories:
choosey, dream,
Form: Light Verse
Empowering the few we stand
devided under Heaven,
Intersections with destiny
always seemingly consistent,
Still with Chance being choosey
there will be always be
exceptions,
Or is that God acting seemingly
non existent.
Could our advances as humans
not be destiny?
Destiny being God in a form of
higher meaning,
Or are we lucky- made from
chance and plain to see.
Invisible truths hold my life idle
while it tries my being.
Surrender to the stars I gaze at
while exhaling disbelief,
I Inhale hope for a deeper
meaning yet feel void,
Hope still filling parts of my
emptiness become bitter sweet.
My life as the watcher while
listening to this constant noise.
These Thoughts.
Categories:
choosey, god
Form: ABC
Again on the side of the road with my head under the hood,
A firm jiggle on the starter wire and start again she probably should.
More than a month’s salary to get her fixed, I cannot afford to pay,
So every time she conks out on me - the hood goes up before I’m on my way.
The burn on the side of my hand is from touching the engine when still hot,
After that rather painful lesson learned I can now reach in and touch it not.
Beggars can’t be choosey so I still drive the old family clunker,
Once I graduate and get a real job, I’m driving her into a bunker.
A station wagon older than me is not conducive for getting a date;
The rich kids on the other side of town use their Camaros as pretty girl bait.
The electric window in the back of the car no longer goes up, it just stays down;
The heater is broke so in the winter I drive a car full of snow all over the town.
On days when jiggling doesn’t seem to work, I revert to using my thumb;
Camaros pass by with pretty girls inside and I really feel kind’a dumb.
It’s a character builder I tell myself since I really have no other choice,
I jiggle again and beg her to start in my nicest and most sincere voice.
Categories:
choosey, life, car, me,
Form: Rhyme