Man Musing

I was inspired to write this poem after encountering one of the most smug, arrogant and adoration hungry men of my life – purely through cyber-space, luckily!
He wrote perfectly formed ditties, immaculate metre and rhyme, and it was the most boring ‘poetry’ I have ever read. He also regularly documented his turbulent love life.
Here’s to you, ‘Marillion’.

I wonder, sometimes, why it is a fact,
A gifted, handsome man should be alone.
My iambic pentameter’s intact,
And yet I tend to lyric on my own.

Alliteration alienates romance.
The ladies scorn my struggle with cliché
They scoff, then aggravated, wring their hands.
At why I need to couplet every day.

I’m thinking as I sit beside my date,
“I’ll syllable you soon if I am able.”
At times my meter renders me irate.
It’s difficult to rhythm at the table.

“Another cup?” I search her face for clues.
She looks a little bored. It can’t be me.
I pass the menu for her to peruse.
“Why don’t you try a blended Chinese tea?”

I’m formulating ditties as she speaks.
“I think I’d like to go. I’m rather hot.”
“Do stay. I’ve ordered Brussels sprouts and leeks.”
Her grimace indicates she’d rather not.

I wonder if I’ve aimed a little low.
Her diction leaves a lot to be desired.
I’d like to teach her how to ebb and flow,
But ‘clueless’ leaves me, frankly, uninspired.

She fidgets nervously and looks away.
I wonder if the woman is a freak.
“I hope you’re not illiterate,” I say.
I may have been a little indiscreet.

I think she’s irritated, I can tell.
The scowl across her eyes a little clue.
She slaps my face and urges me to hell,
Then leaves me in a fit of ballyhoo.

Now woe is me. I’m lost and incomplete.
The woman’s gone and left me full of doubts,
Deliberating how a man can eat
A double share of leeks and Brussels sprouts.

I could have blessed her with a monologue;
Enthralled her with the kernel of my quill;
Enchanted her with dazzling dialogue,
If only she’d have stayed to pay the bill.

About ShirleyB

I was born with the muse in me. Sometimes I wish it would go away but it won't, so, good, bad or ugly it will escape intermittently.
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