“My life is a farce.” She said.
“I prefer pears, I eat pasta.
I need travel, I stay put.
My look’s auburn, I’m born blonde.
I love books, I watch soaps.
Marry me! No one’s a better fit.”
“My life is a farce.” She said.
“I prefer pears, I eat pasta.
I need travel, I stay put.
My look’s auburn, I’m born blonde.
I love books, I watch soaps.
Marry me! No one’s a better fit.”
Funny poem 😀 We’re all half-baked pies waiting for someone with decent taste-buds. See i can be profound too 😀
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I like it! I’m a sweet blueberry pie. I figure that makes you a lemon pie, Teresums.
Always good to hear from you, by the way.
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I really like this one, Paul. To me, it’s about how we sell out our authentic selves for whatever reason (duty, commitment, convenience, other people’s expectations, fear… the list goes on and on). It makes me laugh at the end, because “Marry me! No one’s a better fit.” seems destined to be followed by, “I wanted Brad Pitt, I married you.” HaHa. Nice work, Paul.
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Good points, Carla!
Often, it’s a balancing act, isn’t it? Our survival in so many ways depends on our society, which means we sooner or later have to compromise in at least some ways. But when do we go too far? And when do we not go far enough?
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This is excellent! And very funny!
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