We are to remind you of your
Singleness.
It is full advisory or just to let you
Know you are single.
The chocaletes nice!
That damn duck was the best!
The sides were fabulous!
Two servings of dessert!
Wine is fine, and almost Devine!
But if you think this changes
Our status, then you crazy!
You are still single with me
Looking to another!
Finger snap to mean conclusion.
Tell your friends, some of them
Want some of this too!
We can still be friends, I like
The romantic stuff, but you are
SINGLE. I was gonna wait til you
Founded someone, and egg ya'll
On to marriage, yeah the gifts is
Mine, talk that stuff if you wanna
But more would and will keep these'uh
Hips ah grinding!
Why y'all wanna have ah goodtime
when all I gotta do is say no and spoil
It for ya! No class scumbottom guys
Buy the best gifts!
And the only reason I said anything is
Cause you told me not to eat my chicken
with a fork. I slurped the soup too!
From sexy to sex
From sex to ex
these songs are about wizards (mostly)
the untroubled child sleeping peacefully
and when the new washing machine
arrives at the same time as the food delivery
you do wonder if the men at the door
exchanged pleasantries
did they make eye contact
did they ring the door separately or
one honk of it was agreed
non-verbally, or verbally
or with a wink, fist bump
or a hand sandwich
drive over a cliff listening to these songs
you won't feel a thing
They both breeze in, like bright new stars
Nice clean clothes, nice new cars
But they hide their truth like chameleons
And blend into the scenery of Machiavellians
He talks behind her back and she behind his.
It’s all sweetness and light; but a quiz?
Both smiles hide fork tongues
And eyes never leave the floor
They’re the perfect couple, blond and blue eyed
Perfect and emotionless husband and bride
She spits venom when they disagree
He spits contempt the moment he’s free
For days a curtain hung limp, torn and broken,
They’re nods and eyes, glared-words, unspoken.
Stubborn, determination neither gives ground
Curtain remains half-mast, flaps in the lounge.
Now they spend money to replenish their vows
Apply the glue of a mortgage in a new house
Anything that might distract from emotions they feel
Two fish, wriggling to escape the fisherman’s reel
David Cox 23/06/22
A guy who writes greeting card jingles
Went out to a nightclub to mingle
His lines were hallmark strong
But she strung him along
Till he'd tucked the last of his singles
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For the "A New Bawdy or Humorous Limerick" Poetry Contest
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2/14/2022
living in our CRYSTALISED BASIC SPACE
VCR ISLANDS recording lying times
ANGELS CHAINED to FICTION SUNSET
happiness ON HOLD
SAY SOMETHING LOVING
I DARE YOU
OUR SONG
just A VIOLENT NOISE
SWEPT AWAY by your PERFORMANCE
TEST ME as your LIPS UNFOLD
TRY and TEST ME
SWEPT AWAY by the TIDES
of a REPLICA me
I finally hit 70, a widow.
Dating, maybe I'll get thrown a bone.
I am tired of waiting and being alone.
A little nervous, I couldn't wait.
I primp, as I look in the mirror
Wearing a new dress, hoping it's a success.
I make sure my silver hair is in place
And perfect eyebrows I trace.
I practice a wink, a smile, a wave,
A greeting, as I near the mirror.
I look out the window very impatient.
Finally he drives up and knocks on the door.
I rush, open the door and chuckle.
Wearing highwater dark pants,
Orange, gray and white strip fuzzy socks,
And funny yellow crocs decorated
In Snoopy and Woodstock
And letter charms spelling out
~Take me, I'm yours~
I told him he had the wrong address.
I should have known.
I'm okay on my own.
I like my own company
I can survive without having a man.
6/21/2021
How does it feels like wen some one looks at you in
a special way ...
How does it feel like wen some one really want you to stay ...
How does it feels like wen sum1 buzz u late at night..
How does it feels like wen some one wipe your tears after every fight...
How does it feels like wen some 1 holds your hand and takes u for a walk..
How does it feel like being in a rain and you cant stop..How does it feels like being somone's life
How does it feel if some one says i m always there by ur side...
A very happy valentines week..
To all Singles : hope u get ur valentines dis year.
To all doubles ;-) Enjoy
The Marrieds view Singles as being selfish and narcisstic,
people who live their lives according to every whim and fancy,
Their contemptuous feelings are felt with every glance and deed,
While the Singles view their lives as people who created circumstances
out of their emotional needs,
Each group thinks the other has it made in the shade,
Yet, the grass always looks greener when needs aren't being met,
How quickly we forget that the choice was always ours to embrace
or avoid,
Our frustrations and short comings should never make us feel judgemental and
paranoid.
The Marrieds view Singles as being selfish and narcisstic,
people who live their lives according to every whim and fancy,
Their contemptuous feelings are felt with every glance and deed,
While the Singles view their lives as people who created circumstances
out of their emotional needs,
Each group thinks the other has it made in the shade,
Yet, the grass always looks greener when needs aren't being met,
How quickly we forget that the choice was always ours to embrace
or avoid,
Our frustrations and short comings should never make us feel judgemental and
paranoid.
The Marrieds view Singles as being selfish and narcisstic,
people who live their lives according to every whim and fancy,
Their contemptuous feelings are felt with every glance and deed,
While the Singles view their lives as people who created circumstances
out of their emotional needs,
Each group thinks the other has it made in the shade,
Yet, the grass always looks greener when needs aren't being met,
How quickly we forget that the choice was always ours to embrace
or avoid,
Our frustrations and short comings should never make us feel judgemental and
paranoid.
one single rose
left on my door step
one single step
led u to me
one single kiss
felt on the nape of my neck
one single tear fell to the floor
a tear of joy
its our love and nobody's business
\In the singles bar, the music was blaring,
The flashing lights sweeping and glaring,
Middle age men, whose pants were flaring,
Business suits, with manners overbearing,
Bespectacled man in the corner just staring,
The fat man on the couch who is despairing,
Talk all about what women are not wearing,
The lady’s low cut dress, her chest declaring,
The tall temptress, the men she’s ensnaring,
When the drink gets hold, they all start pairing,
When they wake up whose bed are they sharing?
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