Connecting Singles is like a Xmas tree,
So many filled with glitter and gold,
plenty of variety and all of it free,
But not many of the bangles are ever sold,

At the very top we have our daring Queen,
Priceless with glittering love of power,
This resplendent princess with gowns of sheen,
Make many a man needing to take that cold shower,

The next lower echelon holds the key,
So many baubles worn but still they shine,
They know of love and sadness that be,
Get the right match and they could be forever thine,

The broadest branches hold the most,
lots of crackers and tinseled twine,
They hang about like the Holy Ghost,
perpetually stuck as if committed a crime.

Now below this great host at the base of the tree,
Lots of pressies with pretty little bows,
Are little parcels of joy just like me,
For when in true loves arms hearts light certainly glows.