Photo: Karen Arnold, “Fox Licking Lips”, Public Domain
I recently meet a man, More masterful than Renoir and Matisse. He said hello one morning, And then proceeded coloring my world: He washed the city’s gray away, Painted my sky bluer, The stars bigger, like bits of magic strewn across heaven, White and black became red, purple and yellow, the colors of love.
He also played music, The strings of his guitar sounded like Jimmy Page, When he professed his love to me at home, And also on the stage.
It felt so good, I wanted this to last, To play my part in it at once, Was what I felt and it was I must!
I made my mission to spread my love all over him like confetti, To cook him his favorite dish, spaghetti, To bring him every morning a crunchy juice, Full of vitamins for his body to use.
We were blissful and everything was grand, Until one night when our blissful situation just got out of hand.
In wholly ingratiated state, My lovely man passed out face down on his plate, From drinking a bit more, And eating cold nachos from the day before.
Controlling my emotions, I tried hard not to swing, But then from the kitchen, his phone started to ring. I went to answer and found out, That my man had a woman lined up for a “workout”!
Flummoxed and weeping I searched my man’s inbox, And discovered that his true name was: Swiper da Fox! His list of “swipe” dating turned to be vast, It was the unedited truth about his present and his past!
My knuckles got all white, but with profonde composure, I confronted da fox and asked for full disclosure. With feathers in his mouth, the guy was still a cheat, He kept denying everything, unable to admit.
I then packed the fox’s clothes and told him that is over, I wished him a nice day and smiled at his hangover.
Note: my mission today was to make you smile. I hope you did by reading this poem : ).