Wicked Fun In The Chat Poem by Micron Jan

I got a message, out of the blue,
"Are you single? " he asked, "Tell me true."
"Oh yes, " I said, "I am alone."
Then he wanted details of things I own.

Bra size, underwear, my private life—
I said politely, "Not my thing, not my strife."
But he kept asking, wouldn't take a hint,
So I decided to have fun, give him a sprint.

"I'm older, " I said, "hope that's okay, "
He said he liked the wise, so I continued my play.
"I've outlived husbands, my hair's all gone,
My teeth sleep in jars when I snore at dawn."

I danced with sticks, sometimes wet my pants,
He went silent—couldn't handle my stance.
Messages stopped, he vanished online,
I laughed out loud—my wicked fun divine.