A Gift That's Worse Than Fruitcake Poem by Chris Marion

Date after date,
It stresses my mind
Will this be the one,
Is it finally my time! ?

It always makes me nervous,
When things are going well
Because it means the moment’s come,
My secret I must tell

I didn’t sleep around,
I risked it out of love
One in four has it,
Eighty percent that don’t know of

Shot me down with an EWW!
A gag in disgust
I can’t believe you thought…
I can’t believe you…YUCK!

Rejected and unhappy,
Spending nights all alone
Dining out by myself,
I return to an empty home

No matter how nice I am,
Or polite that I can be
They cannot see past it,
And love me for being me

And so I keep on searching,
For that happily ever after
For the one who takes the chance,
And says it doesn’t matter

As I watch romantic movies,
Tears leak from both my eyes
Will I ever have what they have?
Will I ever be that guy?