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John F. McCullagh

Rookie - 778 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Narcissa


There are guys who wed girls.
There are straight folks and gays.
There are those who like single life too.
A fellow in England once wed his T.V.
(I’ve known women in love with their shoes.)
But the strangest relationship
I ever heard tell
Was the woman who married herself.
She’d waited for years
For “Mister Right” to appear
and was tired up there on the shelf.
So she strolled down the Aisle
With a confident smile
(There was no need to give her away)
She composed her own vows
which drew much raves and wows.
While Justin Timberlake’s “Mirrors” song played.
She thought” who needs a spouse,
They just mess up your house.
So she bought a vibrator instead
She vacationed in France
Where no one looks askance
And took “Battery Bob’ to her bed”

Love is Love. I have heard
But this bond is absurd.
You know very well how this ends.
An expensive divorce in a year I forecast
But the Bride and the “Groom” will stay friends.

Submitted: Monday, March 31, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 01, 2014

Topic of this poem: love


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A poem based on the story of the woman recently interviewed by Anderson Cooper.
(Well he wasn't going to marry her)

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