Roses are red;
Violets are violet;
I eat canned bread,
And you stockpile it.
I bought this ad space,
On your receipt—
I know it’s a place
Your keen eyes will fleet.
You were almost my wife,
Binder-wielding beauty,
But the love of my life,
Was—I thought—the sea.
So did I leave you,
Though my heart would ail.
Like me, naught would cleave you
From that temptress—the sale.
I’ve come back, regretting,
My shape (and ship) wrecked,
Like old coupons setting
In a dumpster unchecked.
To you, dear, I proffer,
My hopes never higher,
A special offer
(‘Twill never expire):
Together for good,
Till death do us part,
You raid what you would
From the aisles o’ my heart.
How happy we’d be,
With twin daughter and son—
Two babes on your knee,
For the price of one.
Roses are white;
Violets are not;
I need a bite,
And you overbought.
So please let us meet
And discuss this more.
To respond by receipt,
Call (866) 237-7884.
I posed a question a few days ago about loosing my spirit, extreme financial losses, aunt dying and a few other additional emotional matters, well my aunt called to say goodbye to myself and my son, she has surrendered her dream to continuing life becuase really she has nothing more to give physically, emotionally, psychologically to her child and grandchildren, so upon your advice for seeing my dr, a therapist, support groups, besides reading the Bible, any good self help books or even a few humorous books, just for laughter designed more towards women/single mothers, thanks I appreciate everything. God Bless and love