High Expectations (poem) by Robin A Spicer on AuthorsDen

High Expectations
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Today I received a Spam Email, promoting a popular Lonely hearts site. Curiousity got the better of me, on perusing what was on offer, I figured that the expectaions of what a possible partner might be able to offer far exceeded the combined talent of Hollywood, and the U.S. and Australian national Debt.
High Expectations ****************************** Every day you can find them there Their hands on mouse and keyboard They search the web, every which where. Scrutinizing the photo horde. People are there from every nation The long the short, the large and thin Every one with high expectations. Check them out as to where they�ve been. How much money is in the Bank? Does he have a decent job? Does he bath or does he stink Is he fit or just a slob? Check his mouth, does he have teeth Is he handsome, is he sweet Athletic, moves with stealth Does his breath smell like his feet? The meeting places on the web, Are full of lonely desperate people The rich the poor and just the pleb Dreams of White, under the Steeple. Sometimes dreams and fantasy Turn the brain from common sense. So busy looking they cannot see. The one who loves them over the fence. He�s kind and loving, a perfect friend Works real hard, he�s got two jobs For those he cares, he�ll backward bend. He does not drink, no football slob. But he does not, have everything, That they have set up as their goal. Won�t settle for less than what they think. He�s got no teeth so he�s got no soul. Robin. A. Spicer � 12/26/2003

Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)

Reviewed on December 29, 2003

Robin this is a A W E S O M E WRITE, and so truthful the words you have writ! Again I say AWESOME!
~Nikki~

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed on December 28, 2003

"High Expectations" I have read, and learned and fed my mind, inspired my soul.

This poem is IT! Another gift for my holidays!

Thank You, Poet of wonders, reality and love.

Drink the dews of happiness in the conclusion of your work.

HEALTHY HAPPY NEW YEAR, Poet!

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Apprentice-poet by the Grace of The Great Poet

Reviewed by Jim Dunlap

Reviewed on December 26, 2003

I am not fond of the line inversions to get the rhyme word at the end. Other than that, I like your poem, and it certainly tells it like it is. I've know lots of people who are looking for love in all the wrong places.

Reviewed by Tami Ryan

Robin, your message here is BANG ON!