Puzzled
I saw a picture of her.
I simply don’t get it.
She’s not what you said she was.
She looked old and ragged.
You said she resembled me.
I still don’t see where.
Could it be the figure?
Could it be the blond hair?
I don’t see it. I don't understand,
I’m not hippy like she is.
I don’t look old and swollen.
So, where does she…resemble me?
There were some states between us.
So many miles and time.
But you and I made the effort to visit.
And we did pretty good for a while.
But then, that chromosome missing wench.
Came between us, somehow.
I guess you needed sex and she was easy.
I still don’t get it. I don’t understand it.
When you left New Jersey, it’s evident to say.
That you left your good taste and dignity behind.
For what you did is leave elegance and class.
And ended up with an old piece of trailer trash.
Good luck to you and especially to the poor guy she married. I just don't get it. Don't understand it.
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Edwin
A well-delivered speech.
Sandie Angel :o)