POETS UNITED
asks us to use the above illustration
TOO LATE
I thought it would be easy, and I could choose the time.
I thought that being a Mother would be utterly sublime.
I pictured 'them' for years and years; I even gave 'them' names.
Becoming a loving mother was the foremost of my aims.
But first I had to see the world and climb some mountains, too!
Then there was ocean racing; how great to be in the crew!
I wanted to try a few careers; I had so much ambition.
Whenever I was appointed I aimed for a good position.
I had a number of affairs, but no-one was just right;
Either they weren't good-looking or they weren't very bright.
I looked at all my women friends, all tired and domesticated
And, underneath my breath, I said 'Silly girls! You should have waited.'
I knew that each one envied me, though their babies were so cute,
And I would have some of my own, when I found a time to suit.
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The other day I looked at my hands; were those wrinkles? Surely not!
I saw a single grey hair...... oh no! There were a lot!
I suddenly realised my age! I must find myself a man!
After all, little babies of my own were part of my life's plan.
But all the men were married! And I was past my best.
Men would look me over and I knew they weren't impressed.
I'd wanted to have everything, but biology was my fate.
Ironically, all too soon, I found it was too late.
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PARA NORMAL!
(A short short story)
I'm effeminate, it's true!
But see what a parasol can do!
You call me a sissy but I win through
By stabbing my parasol at you!
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