My Mailbox

Amazing is what I ‘oft exclaim
‘Cause my suitors all know my name
Yah, it’s “beautiful lovely pretty”
But to me it sounds a bit gritty

Like eating fruit on the beach
And the sand gets caught in your teeth
Yuk!
You make all kinds of gestures
Looking like a court jester

Yes, when I open my CS mailbox
To see what handsome widow man
Has successfully picked the locks
Adjusted his profile to execute his plan
Thinking he (or she) is as smart as a fox

Silly men we weren’t born yesterday
Or for that matter the day before
I think they see us as donkeys that bray
However, we see them as a tiny little spore

What a bore! (Betty Davis accent needed)
It’s just funny now, their pitiful little tales
As they adjust words and pictures for the sales

Hey bozo! you stumbled into an intelligent lot
We’re all ‘wise and hip and with it’ you clown
You’re not all that bright, really a very low watt
None of us here seem to be jumping up and down

Move along little doggies, get the hell out of town
Get out of our space you're a disgrace and we erase
And as far as my mailbox and your self made glory
You’re just becoming fodder for my book, my story
So “Romance This”
I perceive something is amiss
Dismissed!