‘thou you tag yawself a “Middle-Aged Mamma” childless by choice
that je nais sais quality for unbridled friendship
evoked crystal clear thru a unique vibrant poetic voice!
quite sobering (and a might bit embarrassing) for me
the pseudo prodigal son of boyce and the late harriet
to answer a craigslist personal posting from the youngest progeny
of morton and sylvia – named gail
which mild virtual shock possibly experienced by yourself, who possibly thought to ride off in a golden chariot
yet chose another road less traveled devoid of any guide posts
akin to feeling with hands ala braille!
to be moost honest and blunt
i frequently disparage this marriage
and (pardon moi french) fancy bedding down with a nutter cunt
yet (joost as ye claim to denounce the blandness and drek
that attempts to pass as creativity)
this boyish half century erudite fellow trawls the net as if on some virtual hunt
boot wonder how in this condemn
(and condom) filled tarred and feathery nation can pull off a stunt!
many moons elapse with me feeling the sine non qua need
sans peace of body, mind and spirit to acquire
not so mooch to lambaste zee spouse,
but rather this casus belli arose from that natural hormonal fire
which prompts this non-pistol whipping papa
to offer his little weinerschnitzel for free or hire
and entertains this secrete fantasy for a male harris heir to sire
yet nada snow ball chance in hell would abby embrace motherhood
forsooth with our deux daughters
she seemed marginally excited, irritable and frequently did tire
to revel in maternity,
and e’en now
precariously teeters back and forth upon that unseen psychic wire!
so…danke mucho gracias ma dear
who eons ago, i offer this minor confession with a tad of feckless fear
that interest existed to enmesh and integrate genitalia
like some well lubricated gear!
tempus fugit goads nada jist me gonads
but the entire being of this nattering nabob from narberth
to fancy himself living independent from abby,
which counterpart more like a house mate
due to our growing divergence of general dogma, karma and persona
for whatever this may be worth
and ceaseless jibes from octavia (informing us we cannot afford to live here) contributes to this ill fate.
matthew wishes ya a moost pleasant day
and hoop yer mental state newt overly gray
which could be easily resolved by getting a lay
not the frito made type nor one that doth not require anything to pay
only unfurling the welcome mat for deese bard to sojourn out your way!

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