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Nov 2016
If only a little eye of newt,
or mandrake root, or hemlock bark,
could turn these loathsome suitors
into lovers handsome, tall and dark.
They paste their unappealing photos
next to profiles trite and silly,
send flirtations cut-and-pasted
into the ether *****-nilly.
Don’t you know my time you’ve wasted?
I have no interest in your wooing.
Instead of listing your opinions
there are things you should be doing:
Learn to listen, read some books,
lose 15 lbs and learn some manners,
return emails, learn to cook,
travel widely, learn a language.
Say what you mean, do what you say,
you’ll find a date without delay.

I haven’t found the witches’ brew
that will turn boys into men.
'til then with dating I am through,
and bitter missives I will pen.
An old Poetfreak favorite.
Scarlet McCall
Written by
Scarlet McCall  San Rafael
(San Rafael)   
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