Paul Henry Dallaire

Rookie - 122 Points (Timmins ON. Canada)

I Used To Love Her A Lot - Poem by Paul Henry Dallaire

The internet gave me a love of my own
High class from Toronto no less
Brunette brown eyes best lookin thing in a skirt
In a pair of cowboy boots

A no fuss woman said all men are the same
She's been hurt by some other man
The Karen Kain of line dancing, jump skip n' hop
An attitude like a train

But she's got poetry in motion at the pin ball machine
Just another queen of karaoke singing 'I fall to pieces'
She's my Value Village baby makin Canada proud
But I used to love her a lot

She had that Lorena Bobbitt syndrom giddy and hot
And I was king of the hill
Till she drank all my money and half of the rent
On beer and Chinese restaurants

And when I told her I loved her she called me a liar
Then bonded with other women
The word sucker must be written all over my face
Hand me down my walkin cane

I think I'll shuffle out to old Vanier town
And head for the Playmate Saloon
Katrina will dance in her birthday suit
Sitting in the champagne room

Now if there's a moral to this story let it be told
the new gold digger's aren't old bearded men
She's a false hearted woman panning the net
for a free grub steak when ever she can

So be wise to the new world of web Parasites
and make your T.V. remote your best friend
Control the flix movies and scenes that you like
it's cheap and won't cost you a cent

Paul Henry Pub.
U.S.Rep: ascap

Topic(s) of this poem: art, artistic work

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This song is a sequel to Johnny Cash's song 'She used to love me a lot'/ The shoe is on the other foot in the song so to speak.

Comments about I Used To Love Her A Lot by Paul Henry Dallaire

  • Luis Estable (3/1/2015 12:49:00 PM)

    This poem reads like a conversation that one may have between friends or among family mambers. It has the kind of language that is suitable for the life of the steet. It is not poetic in the sense that it does not hint at finding poetic phrases, such prases as the old master might use or used. The language here is casual, but it seves a purpose for the kind of story it tells and how it tells it.

    There is nothing brainy here. All is plain and playful diction to communicate a story and the poet succceds in writing the kind of verse he wants to write.

    Good try!

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  • Adeline Foster Adeline Foster (3/5/2012 12:02:00 PM)

    Nothing enigmatic about this one.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 14, 2015

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