So, Love - Poem by Laura Canain
So, I have decided to give up.
My quest for love has fatally floundered.
Fatally, in that the object of my unadulterated affection fell madly deeply in love
With someone who is a size 8 and in possession of newly whitened teeth.
Who knew that my love of tea and subsequent slightly tea stained teeth
Would play such a pivotal role in unsubconciously repelling my one true love?
So, now I am left with a dilemma.
To risk throwing myself back into the game of love with unabashed thrust and vigour
Or for me, my plump ass and flask of tea to retire to quiet cosy melancholy.
Both are attractive in opposite ways and my disposition and wardrobe would suit either
I fuss and bother but unfortunately due to my indecisive nature find it quite impossible
To make a reasoned, balanced, nor an impulsive, radical decision
So, I decide to try both approaches.
An appointment is made at the dearest dentist and a psychotic personal trainer enlisted
My teeth and somehow my gums are whitened beyond all recognition
And my derriere has regained an unfamiliar lightness and sprightly pertness
I go forth to conquer oozing confidence, designer wardrobe, brilliant white smile..
And I fail quite miserably….Men are afraid of me, women sneer at me
My bank account is no longer on speaking terms with me
So, quiet cosy melancholy it is..
I resolve to make the best of the situation and invest my remaining funds in
A sturdy, reliable tea flask, one that can endure the ensuing many hours of
Tea – filled contemplative reflection, A specialist tea house is found and visited.
I fumble amongst the flask filled shelves in my indecisive demeanour when
A soft hand touches my right shoulder and enquires if I might need some assistance?
Our eyes meet, our smiles match and our heart melts like a perfectly dunked biscuit..
So, I and my tea-shop owner live a happily (tea-stained) ever after..
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