Busy

There was a time when she could not get her fill
Those phone calls were ever such a thrill
Now even though he still paid the bill
Talking to him was like taking a pill
To make those calls she had not the will

Once he was her turtle dove
She placed supreme value on his love
Now she could not find the time
Though it will not cost her a dime
Just thinking about him was like eating lime

That she no longer cared was the truth
This was the problem at it's root
Still his benefits he did not want to lose
Anyway she was too nice to tell him a lie
Or kiss the benefits he offered good-bye
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2012

Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.

No Comments Yet

No Comments Yet. Be the first to Comment on this Poem!

Post a comment now »
Report Abuse for this page, if inappropiate
We use cookies to ensure that you have the best experience possible on our website. Read Our Privacy Policy Here