She is my life, she is my lady,
I do my best to visit her daily.
She doesn’t have awesome lips,
or gorgeous swaying voluptuous hips.
I stand and wait for her in the morning sun,
sit and dine with her when noon time comes.
Never wanting to leave her side,
though this lady takes away my pride.
I long to caress her cold exterior,
To tap her gently, in certain areas.
Love when a crowd gathers to watch,
knowing then I’m winning at the slots.
My lady is a mean old cold machine,
she takes my money but she’s my Queen.
I play her morning, noon and night,
never letting her out of my sight.
When 3: am comes and my lady says good-night
I hang my head in shame,
promising never to come back again
but the promise is just another lie I make,
for when morning comes, I’ll stand and wait.
Written: May 8/2007
A light hearted look at a serious subject. Very well put together. Great poem. love, Allie xxxx
Seductive, addictive, cold and heartless....this machine. I love the way you liken her to a lover. Brrrrrilliant! Top Marks!
Let luck be a lady tonight... Sinatra has nothing on you, Melvina. Great write! ! Brian
I love the personification here....at first, one might think you may have been talking about a mother, sister or friend....Great write on a consuming addiction: O)
Melvina, you're on a roll...oh, wait I think that's a different game...all joking aside this is a awesome write on the addiction to slots.
Melvina, addiction to the slot machine is very serious among the young. They don't realise that when they are playing. It is only when the money is all gone that the problem starts. Brilliant read as are all your poems. Top Mark from me. Thanks for sharing it my friend. David
As someone else already commented Melvina...thie poem is Brilliant! ! I for a moment was wondering where you were coming from...(lol) Great imagery! Your message about these people that play the slots are so true! ! I have seen them, you have seen them...we both know them! It is so sad but true. Please keep up your your creativity as you just get better and better! ((Smile)) ten out of 10! ! ! =Shelley=
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Addictive! Like your writings, Melvina. Suggestion - pull out the plug! Love, Fran xxx