2229. A real man writes poetry

Only a real man writes poetry. At least that’s what Aunt Winifred told Nephew Hayes. Lesser men grovel around in prose, but a real man writes a poem.

Hayes had been dating Mabel for over a year now. He wasn’t an overly clever chap but he thought he might string together a line or two of poetry. Anything to impress Mabel. Anything to make her go weak at the knees.

Mabel’s such a pretty name
It makes the birdies sing,
But I can’t make it rhyme with anything.

Hayes screwed it up and dropped it on the floor.

You are my sunshine on a rainy day
You are a restful park bench on my way
You love me especially when I pay.

Again Hayes screwed it up and dropped it on the floor. There was getting to be quite a pile of paper there now. It was also getting to be late afternoon, and Hayes was getting depressed. He began to think he’d be better happily grovelling around in prose for the rest of his life.

A violet by any other name would smell as sweet
And you smell.

Hayes screwed it up and threw it on the floor. And then the doorbell rang. Hayes answered the door. There was an envelope. It was a message from Mabel:

It’s over.

33 thoughts on “2229. A real man writes poetry

  1. observationblogger

    I’m on Hayes level of poetry aptitude and intellect. Your story reminded me of this true story I’m about to tell you.

    I had a girl in year 12 in secondary I was smitten with and everyone must have hated us, since all we did was smooch at school.
    I listened to a song by Don Henley which gobsmacked me called ‘End of the Innocence’. Lyrics to songs back then weren’t readily available like they are now. I always heard in the song, ‘End of the Andersons’, so I took it as that and wrote her the lyrics (as I heard them) and said to her – these are for you…
    You won’t believe the family name she had, much to my ignorance.
    Only a few years later did I understand her complete dismay of my sending her these lyrics about the end of her family.

    True story.

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      1. observationblogger

        Terrific story for the poor sods who had to see us – day in, day out licking each others chomps haha.
        Prose, what’s that? Ah just spinning a yarn in your voice. Got ya.
        Your stories always make me reminisce or reflect about my life. I have you to thank Bruce.
        How’s life treating you buddy?

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          1. observationblogger

            My kids haven’t gone to school since March last year Bruce – now that’s a socialist -authoritarian society if ever I’ve heard one. Everyone, – but everyone wears masks outside – no exceptions.
            I read in ABC news that NZ has 70 something cases. Shit – the end of the world.

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