Rejection

THREE WORD WEDNESDAY

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REJECTION

Once we knew perfect unity;

We really were 'as one',

But then you broke the magic spell,

Because you wanted fun.

I knew I was a dull old stick

And you were a shooting star,

But I thought 'we' were forever;

That's how silly some men are.

For months on end I brooded

And felt my life was over;

I was bounded by my four walls;

You were kicking up your heels in clover.

After a year I ventured out

I joined an organisation

With lots of worthy members

Studying conservation.

Bess was very quiet and shy,

But quick and clever too.

I didn't find her attractive;

She wasn't a bit like you.

I used her as a buffer;

I suppose that was unkind,

Her face was merely interesting,

But I did admire her mind,

Then, when we were on a field trip

I experienced transition!

Out of the blue I kissed her!

And altered my condition!

So I'm sending you an invitation....

The wedding is in May.

It's pleasant keeping in touch with

'The one that got away.'

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MY ADDICTION

I had an addiction lurking for years and years and years;

But I didn't know it existed until now.

I saw other folk addicted but I never caught the bug;

My psyche simply didn't quite know how.

I tried to smoke a cigarette when I was just sixteen

But I spat it from my lips! That was enough!

So in all my many decades I've never ever smoked;

I've never ever had another puff.

A little later I tried alcohol, a white wine I recall;

I reeled back from the most unpleasant taste.

I'd never be a drunkard, that was very clear;

Though symptoms in my ancestors were traced.

I was never ever offered drugs, in any shape or form;

They weren't around in 1954.

I'm still completely innocent about Ecstasy and such;

I really can't imagine what it's for.

I hear that there are Sex-addicts; well I wasn't one of those!

It was just a pleasant pastime, now and again.

I can't imagine addicts, female ones I mean,

Who simply cannot get enough of men!

As for a gambling addiction; that also passed me by;

Just five dollars on the Melbourne Cup for me.

No, it must be admitted that I was squeaky-clean;

I was a nasty little prig, addiction-free.

Till

Blogging came and found me and I wallowed in its charms;

And I never will get free, that's my prediction.

It took me until eighty to discover that I'm weak.

I'm confessing to a cyberspace addiction!

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