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Sister Spinster

I spied a lass, prone in the grass

Who wore a laced gown of white

But as time passed, it didn't last

Cuz she soiled it every night

The men she knew, was quite a few

She could always make them smile

But in the end, lover or friend

Wouldn't walk her down the aisle

I declare, such a sad affair

No one chose to call her wife

No chapel bells, as fate foretells

Was a spinster all her life

Spinster

The leaves dancing on the trees. The crinkling steps, the gusts, the natural silence. The unimposing mountains. Laze. Existence that validates itself. Ephemeral, cyclical, beautiful. An old distant friend that you may never truly know. 

I love you because what else would I do

A Wronged Spinster

The fire in her kindled, 
All too soon dwindled:
Nearly in a twinkle
That made her laugh a crinkle 
While her forehead described a wrinkle…
 
Max’s disappearance shall ears tingle, 
For remain she will single;
Alone with lover-fed pringle… 

Things haven’t been at all simple. 
And she’s beautiful, no face pimple. 

The harshest of prices for love in ample 
By one merely longing to emerge An Example… 

Now she’ll have to damn it and ahead go to show it:
A Wronged-By-God Spinster, 
Her Absconding Max, A church Minister.

The Spinster

Just pride and prejudice 
Had made her a spinster
As life nowadays is
Competent, hard, cold and cruel
She needs to gamble her life
For a brighter tomorrow
To fight for women's rights
To climb to the top
Without the extra burden of a family
And the control of a gentleman

Sinister Minister Who Was a Spinster

Sinister Minister Who Was a Spinster

once knew minister
who we heard was sinister
naughty and sinister

Jim Horn

To a Spinster

Let me emphasize why they criticise :
Such boundless lassitude, lover hater. 
Paltry commitments get one scrutinized. 
On a questioning spree with that hipster. 
That hostile face, in joy or in sorrow. 
Merry miser, buy compliments as much
O! Pitiful spinster, don't you borrow. 
Nagging like a meemaw, fretful as such. 
Why would you write a self panegyric? 
The entire world calls you a cynic. 
Hope, love and pain, The Holy Trinity
Might help you get back your gone sanity. 
Ponder upon the things you were given, 
Shed evils away and welcome Heaven.

Spinster Ruth

There was once an old spinster named Ruth

    Who was renowned for stretching the truth

       "Tho' many young swains wooed me,

            I could have married" said she,

                "But found them lecherous and uncouth!"

Spinster Hypergamy

( bassey voice intro's).....signorina, signorina,
is he hypergamy
no, no,
he loves me
he really really loves me
oh signorina,
oh signorina
might i spend my
days loving you

( the malo).....honey, darling, sweetie
love me tomorrow
love me tonight
sweet heart
my darling lady
my signorina
love me tomorrow
(femalo).....no,no,no!
take your rags and leave
i have separated us
now you can leave
( malo).....no,no,no
my darling
i beg ye my lover
i love you now
if we stay together
(musical blurr)
ha, say ye oh lover
might we find reason
to love
then say my lover
find friends who love us
in love
we need one another
we want to be together
let no one separate us
say you'll leave me never
my love
my love
my lover
we are right for each other
love me my lady
say you'll love me forever

Eleanor

Eleanor. Who was she? 
A spinster. Quiet, aloof, alone.
Well-known yet stealing away to the recesses of her singularity.
An old maid. 
One who navigates through the motions of life. 
Solace or sorrow who would know? 
Sung to the world yet unknown.

The Spinster

the spinster
doling out
her advice on love



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Posted on July 30, 2018

Spinster

Your lonely years measured 
By other people’s celebrations;
You always sat and smiled.
You had your callers,
The oil men, the plumbers,
Big family men
Who humored your weekly salon travesties
While you stifled chuckles
As they crouched and straightened,
Butt-winking through their clothes.
Later, the chuckles you checked echoed bitterly
When the microwave rang you for dinner
And you spotted phantom fingers lurking
On your counter-top,
And grieved for a sooty, rough hand to hold.
Now you sit at your window
Dunking a coffee-bag
Waiting...
Waiting for the Bible man,
Wondering...			
Wondering what to wear
To your niece’s wedding;
Composing more lyrics
To your lonely lullaby.

Easter With House Spinster

With underlying arms well akimbo
Seductively they glance at each other
Smiles seasonally defined
Amidst celebration in the bed of rose

Gently they pulled their panties
Preaching to one another amidst copulation
The Bible too far from bed
Humbly replaced  rubber cum metal

None was Godly alarmed
The Reason for the season ruefully undermined
Where then lies the climax
As ejaculation overtakes redemption

Who will save the saving Jesus
Lonely outstretched on the cross
Works already ongoing on the second grave
Christ Himself has run drought of blood

Where lies a candid remorse
For the pints already outpoured
Salvation has grown archaic
Wooing versus soul winning epitomize affray of the moment

How can the immoral game be refereed
The spinster is much in need of it
Gently lovely lowly she plays her wing
Who can suspend the salacious match

Time is here at hand
When Christ Himself shall arise with whistle
Showing the end of the match
And making selection for next league
Being the reason for the season

© Izunna I. Okafor 2017

She Is a Spinster Seventy Years

She is a spinster
Seventy years of age
and still going strong.

When asked why 
she never married,
She whispered an answer:
“Somewhere in the land
I will never know
my husband was aborted
at the very hour and minute
I was born.”

The Spinster and Sycophant

How could a man be so cruel, i was thinking at deep
How could one make her weep , i was thinking at deep
she was a  spinster,,and it was all she made for her
The abiogenesis of emotions never grew as she met a  sycophant
It was all abnegated as she was a shrew,
While he was a taciture with a misogynistic heart
She was all fastidious but he always had a belief 
Nothing is much balefulI unless we are not eccentric
Unless we are ascetic holding the parasol
It is only then all sycophants would die 
It is only then when spinsters would have their men
When there is no intestatement of a soul

Limerick: Once a Barrister Hired a Spinster

Limerick: Once a Barrister hired a Spinster

Once a Barrister hired a Spinster
To work his pump short of a sphincter
She bought piston and nuts
Fixed up the leaking guts
Then Spinster married Barrister’s sister.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013

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