Tuesday, September 11, 2018
Roles
Our Jensy so very sweet
she even went crazy like that.
Measured. Softer than soft.
Unlike chums Rita and Lauradel.
Volcanos!
Oh well, boyfriends Benny and Kurt
bore their raging.
Ought to be golden trophies for men
can handle women. (First I thought
display on mantels, but no mantels
in today’s apartments. Okay, add
to Silly Sociology!)
At any rate, Jensy smiled through it
a couple of beats way back when,
subsided.
Resumed Steady-State-Lovely!
No boyfriend, though she’s certainly
pretty enough!
Hey! I just love being around her.
And myself after.
Not enough can ever be said of
such women!
Labels: crazy, friends, group, nervous breakdown, sacrifice, sex role, snap, sweetness, woman stereotype
Tuesday, April 24, 2018
Calculating Charm
-Your Monette is, like, continuously sweet!
-Uh huh? Natural or calculated?
Perhaps I should inquire of her
other warm friend?
Perhaps I should inquire of her
other warm friend?
-Is...the Green-eyed Monster whispering
again into your suspicious ear?
-He takes no breaks!
-Why not just trust her?
-I’m gonna pretend you couldn’t
ask a question that utterly stupid.
-I’M stupid? You’re making The Queen
Elizabeth into a tramp steamer!
-You’d be surprised. Anyway, I’m getting
the goods on her. Slowly but surely.
-Obsessive jealousy will tear you apart!
-Whaaa obsessive? I work my eight hours.
-Then, revert to Sherlock Holmes?
-Elementary my dear Watson!
She’s a goddamn cheater!
-Why not give the harrowing investigation a break? Go to
a ballgame with us guys! Ass around! Loud and drunk! You need some perspective!
a ballgame with us guys! Ass around! Loud and drunk! You need some perspective!
-What? And give the women an excuse to get together and brag about Mr Long-Cock?
-So? She’s the tease-provoking sleaze?
Pretty little Monette? Cut it out!
-Not for much longer.
-I’ll stop. Lest you tag me Secret Screwer!
-Death too good for such a one!
Labels: jealous obsession, jealousy, sweetness
Sunday, October 02, 2016
One Note
She, the smallest cheerleader.
Each male partner wanted her standing
on his shoulders, and not some cow!
Of course the cows weighed about 110.
It’s a particular world.
She graduated and married and had kids
And you know what? Stayed petite and sweet.
Oh she had to have SOME vile moments?
None.
Premature stroke at fifty landed her in Bide-a-Bit.
No surprise that the nurses call her Sweetie Pie.
Make fun of her if you wish, but you probably should seek her blessing.
Labels: cheerleader, innocence, saintly, sweetness
