Written for: The Twiglets #183 – “we romantics”
We are
The Romantics–
all requests taken.
Remember
how romantic we were
until you mother moved in?
everlasting romance
they glide ‘cross pond, black velvet
swans–mated for life
He considered himself a romantic
After all, he crossed the Atlantic
to be with his girl
whom he sponged off–poor Pearl
At last, she kicked him out with a broomstick.
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
All goes not so well with some couples?
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Ya think?
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I love those last two. Poor Pearl, indeed. She knows her way around a broom!
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Thanks, Debi!
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Every woman needs a broom!! 😂
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With hard, nasty bristles.
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Delightful snippets… I can relate to that MIL one – even a brief time …is too much. 😀
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Thanks, Jules!
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