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Saturday, October 02, 2021

Sunday Muse - No Surprise

 

This lipstick is dry and crackled 

Special blend no longer in stores 

Been wearing days and days and days 


Get off my back I see you there 

Lurking and not saying a word 

Take off that little smirk of yours 


Go away go away be gone

I'll not be your mail order bride. 

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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Carrie at The Sunday Muse #190 for her Photo prompt which I used above,  https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/10/sunday-muse-180.html?m=1 

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12 comments:

  1. The old problem of lipstick shades no longer sold. Many a lady can relate to that Jim. This poem made me smile. Have a great weekend my friend.

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  2. But... what if I *am* your little mail order bride! What then? Wait, OK, no, I'm not, fine.

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  3. Sounds like the lurker/stalker has been following her for awhile. I wish she's tell her brothers, cousins, and/or uncles to come and give him the message to buzz off properly.

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  4. Love your play of humour, Dr Jim. You have that uncanny ability to make it in strong terms but in fact clearly the witty nature remains! Great!

    Hank

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  5. The cracked lipstick really adds to your poem.

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  6. Creepy. Hope the speaker has a way to get away.

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  7. The cracked lipstick sets the tone and shades come and go..much like suitors.

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  8. Oh the lipstick, it stays through all the suitors who don't suit. Hope there is escape from the stalker.

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  9. Bring on the smooth lipstick, bring on the groom … but bride has the last laugh,

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  10. Smirking and lurking - definitely to be avoided!

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