Welcome to another crap poem, friend!
I’ve noticed that my awful poetry has not only been rubbish, but also depressing, with sadness and upset at its core.
So today I’m bringing you something a little more silly and hopefully something that will resonate for many of you.
Here it is…
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Let’s talk about James
“James is a friend”
I was told.
A pal of lifelong standing.
On our first date
It was clear
“Don’t be too demanding”.
James takes up
so many hours
of the man I love.
They spend their spare time
without me
Fit together, like a glove.
Jimmy makes
my partner happy,
as they play their games
It happens almost every day
I’m alone
and fury flames
Jim won’t call,
he never texts,
but hubby ups and leaves
“Laters babe”
he shuts the door
And tears stain my shirt sleeves
What are they doing?
I don’t know
I’ve struggled to find out
Coffee, squash, drinks at the bar
Tiredness looms throughout
So many names,
but which one sticks?
Where is his social media?
I ask my partner, feeling brave
He clearly thinks I’m needier
His actual name is David Lloyd
And not the gym I guessed
My man is sweating all alone,
then comes home with less stress
I think it’s good
to spend some time
alone with thoughts and fears.
A healthy habit to promote
Longevity for years
But then I wondered what is worse?
Time at home or being free
Is he really so against
Spending some time with me?
So Deep deep down,
I know he needs
His time with Jimmy gym
To combat all this I’ve joined too
I’ll get some time with him.
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Thanks so much for reading 💜
Creative Steph 