BAD POETRY

RELUCTANT LOVE

This isn’t a dress rehearsal
This isn’t about when and if
I don’t have a life to live over
This life is the one that you’ll miss
This life is the one that you’ll miss

If I don’t care for you
If I can’t see you grow
If you won’t let me love you
You’ll miss the best part of what I know
You’ll miss the best part of what I know

This isn’t about the future
It’s not about the past
It’s about living for real, for now
Living life at last
Living life at last

Let me love you
And love me back
Don’t be afraid
I’m good in the sack
Repeat, I’m good in the sack.


BLUE COWBOY

A fantastical female with a feminine mind
Met a cowboy in quite a bind
He’d loved and lost and was feeling low
He’d been taking it easy, taking it slow
Yet here he was with hat in hand
And talking about a No Promises land
of sex and fun
and more sex, too
But with no strings attached
Cause he’s feeling blue
My, oh my, what’s a woman to do?
So, sweetly and softly, she took his hand
And showed him the door to a Promise land
He shook in his boots at the thought of more
than just sex and fun behind that door
He felt relief when she went on through
He wouldn’t explore, he liked feeling blue,
So the fantastical female with the feminine mind
waved goodbye at the cowboy with hat in hand
who decided to stay in No Promises land
And the fantastical female moved through the door
Craving a land of so much more.

THANKSGIVING LEFTOVERS

Thanksgiving day I ate out with friends at a scrumptious buffet. It was fine.
But Friday after work, I lamented the absence of leftovers. So today I went to the grocery store to get fixings for a roasted bird and stuffing.
I discovered that the Saturday after Thanksgiving is a great time to bargain shop for food. I may have a new personal tradition of cooking the big dinner right AFTER the holiday.
I got a great deal on the bird, super deal on bread for the stuffing, and I paid two dollars for a blueberry pie. Another plus was there was hardly anyone in the store. I guess most people’s refrigerators are already stuffed with food after the holiday.
I came home, prepared the dressing, stuffed the bird, and roasted it all afternoon. It came out lovely, with a crisp brown crust and moist pecan bread stuffing with crunchy bits and pieces.
I ate a little bit when it came out of the oven, and now I have leftovers in my fridge. And blueberry pie for breakfast.
I am one with the masses
Happy Thanksgiving however you feel it.

Blurbs

background
My name is Candy and I was born on Valentine’s Day. I have one brother, Stripe. He was born on Flag Day....
I grew up in rural Ohio, in the mid-west. Yes, I was raised by cows....

Being raised in a farm community, I must tell you that cows DON’t give milk. You have to go in there and take it from them.

My mom never let me eat candy at home. I finally got to eat a chocolate bunny one Easter. It was okay. It tasted like chicken.

presently
At my age, my dating criteria has changed a little bit. It’s nothing major, just simply I would like for my date to have a car and a home. And preferably they’re not the same.

Do you ever do stuff that you normally would be to scared to do but you’re doing it with someone who’s the scariest person you know anyway?


Insight
"I hope I never have to go to rehab for anything but I hear you meet some real quality people there.” Alli Hilfiger