Poem -
Miss Reality
You're all Bert the birds
Asking to be fed
And the 'It girl '
Keeping to herself
Makes for a funny Duchess.
She won't settle for less
Than she feels she deserves.
Takes a whiskey drink
In her home
When the sun goes down
And the children are in bed.
Half of who she is
Is not what she chooses
But chooses not to be.
She's like me,
Just nowhere near as weak
And closer to reality.
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Comments
I particularly like the last 6 lines here Rory
can relate but don't fool yourself...women are just as weak as men...hugs x
I sing a song when I'm too much wine, by one of my all time favourites. I got a habit I gotta change the lyrics ever so slightly. I'm the biggest asshole that way. These things happen very naturally. Miss Reality is just an inside joke to me. Let me see, can I remember the proper lyrics? 🤔 They go, .. and you'll convince me/your reality/ is a better idea than anyone that I've got.
I just change it to: You'll forgive me/ Miss Reality. Get it? Coz she has to! Lol. See for yourself, watch the video
Again clever muse, I'm starting to enjoy reading your work Rory!
I think it's brilliant that you refer to it as My work. 😍