a blend of double entendre facts and fiction pertaining to the interpersonal challenges of dating during those early halcyon days of yesteryear!
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desires cause me to scrunch up forehead
within where thoughts congealed
with me furrowed brow synonymous with a ploughed field
private precocious whims rarely if ever revealed!
at two score and tend years aging cob webs
whirl like squeaky cogs and wheels
of me noggin flip back to formative days
whence the time thief steals
playing back
the distant past in those silent personal story reels
which revisiting of remembrance of things past often heals!
numerous unpleasant vivid memories
of foregone smitten loves still flit to and fro
many of those fervent infatuations never broached
from this one common joe
pretty lasses likely thought this now half century geek
she never did know
snickered at my foibles plus mein kempf
that stood apart from the status quo
in tandem nerdy physique skinny as a toothpick
from head to toe!
even at this very instant
fanciful romantic notions still finds this papa in a craze
wishing courage existed
to whisper just hello in those prepubescent days
for one gal in particular
who drew an unstoppable gushing fervent gaze
after being within cats’ whisker of secret lover
indulging fragrant haze
leaving suppressed testosterone longing trapped in shyness maze
for sweet nora, who emanated je nais sais quois magnetic ways!
akin to sir arthur and the knights
of the round table searching for the holy grail
who from lake lachrymose woebegone area
this boyish fellow does hale
perchance tis folly
for this fey lee satisfied married caucasian male
on a par with this storybook jilted jack whose psyche imp pale
living in this bleak house (by dickens)
with romance stale
not long after accepting the bride adorned in her vale
which shotgun wedding housed future infant wail!
wherefore art thou me juliet,
this fading romeo whose youth eclipsed by gotterdammerung
within lies darkening mood
composed of generalized anxiety where sorrows hung
and collide from axons to neurons agitated
from fear of flying with erica jung
who snubbed excruciating effort to summon forth courage,
yet thus felt stung
from disinterest emphasized when she stuck out her tongue
thus for ye long lost nora doth
this doleful heart pine
whence every ounce to survive got wrung
but fate will hoop fully smile on this guy
who still happens to be fairly young!
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