Friends say I've lost weight
and I jiggle a rib.
Truth is I've lost my appetite
with the wrong man before.
Maybe I've waited too long.
My hair, copper then silver
grew non-existant all because
Mr. Perfect has never appeared.
My ideals of perfection
have never been second-rate.
Now years after of waiting
I'm no longer perfection myself.
Author notes
Written June 9th, 2006
A contest entry
- Image Contest #3 by Red Red Rose.
300 points, ended June 10, 2006, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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thank you. the only other one that theyhave with skulls here has a boat on it...so I chose this one to go with the picture for the contest.
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Yea I can relate. I am a picky Pete
This is cute. I like how it says jiggle a rib. It made me giggle. The background doesnt seem to match well, but hey, we are only given so many choices. Good job, I wish you the best of luck.
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thank you. the picture made me laugh and i thought about my aunt who is so picky about men. next time i see her I have to show her the picture for this contest.
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