She said she was
a liberated woman.
I replied
that was a good thing,
I guessed.
No man
would ever tell her what to do,
what to wear,
what to think,
do this,
do that,
ever again!
I looked back
over my shoulder
to see if someone
was standing behind me,
turned my maitre d’ eyes
to hers and asked
if that would be one for lunch.
(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)
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8 comments:
A good one.
suppose I could borrow the other chair?
Ha! :)
enjoyed as always!
HAH!!
The ladies will be displeased, haha.
Thanks all!! Wasn't meant as a slam. I sure hope no one took it that way. Written from the perspective of a very hurt and lonely person reaching out to anyone. The problem being, the anyone, really didn't care. Which in real life is most often the case. If anyone took this as a negative poem toward women you have my apology, it certainly wasn't meant that way.
this didn't strike me as something that might be against women. I love the irony in this, in a strange way, it so ... real.
I hope you're feeling better pat! some days do hurt us alot... It passes though, im quite certain. =)
thanks for clarifying - I think several of us may have missed the perspective of someone reaching out - I did. Kind of a good lesson in itself.
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