Wednesday, July 15, 2009

More About Women


My true love searches
I’ll look for her at Art Fair
I dream about her

I do that a lot
I have this recurring dream
It changes each time

It starts with a gift
She gives me her husband’s pants
But the pants don’t fit

They are much too big
No way can I wear those pants
They still have a tag

I read the label
“If you wear these, I love thee”
But they’re much too big

So I give them back
And then things get really weird
She returns the pants

To where she bought them
She gets all her money back
Now she seems happy

She’s smiling at me
And, of course, now she’s single
That means everything

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