The wedding ring saga

It's not been that long since I discarded my old wedding ring

The deep old ridge on my finger is plain for all to see

It gave guys on the make who seemed to only want one thing

Look at me like I’m some kind of desperate divorcee

I never got this attention when I wore my wedding band

Never even got chatted up, I think it’s safe to say

Their eyes went straight to the third finger there on my left hand

And while initially interested, sadly then they looked away

Now you might want to know why I don’t wear it anymore

Because if the truth be known, I never have been wed

Being the target of chancers was a thing I would deplore

So my idea was to pretend to be a married gal instead

It worked for years I must admit, no-one paid me any mind

Wolf whistlers in their numbers became a feature of the past

But as the years went by I didn’t realise I would find

No one would even notice me, now the die was cast

So I took off my old wedding ring when the finger started swelling

I put it in my jewelry box and there it would remain

And truly it’s no word of a lie, there simply was no telling

That on the social dating front I had stood to gain

They came out of the woodwork, in large numbers and in droves

Guys who had dismissed me and never looked before

Not wearing the ring was strategic I suppose

Suitors were now keenly beating a trail to my door

Well I’ve put the ring back on now, I really can’t keep up

I’ve been on more dates than you have had hot dinners

It’s exhausting, I’d rather stay home with my feet up

This dating lark simply aint for faint-hearted beginners

(I thought I was a loser but I’m still one of the winners)