But holidays or no the Poetry Bus is still on the road - this week at Delusions of Adequacy (instructions here). My ticket is an old poem... about unrequited love (one in particular - though it may seem general).
Girls learn this only once
Tall, hard and cold
Men you like
Who don't like you
You bend
You twist
To fit them right
You waste your precious time
That's what you do
RF 2005
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Very wise. Have a nice holiday wherever you are.
Nice :)
It's a tough reality..but its true...
Brilliant, I'm sure I learnt that more than once though! At least 2 or 3 times!! Got it eventually. :-)
Enjoy the holiday.
Awe - harsh lessons are always the hardest to learn - lucky for you you found the best use for that man in your brilliant tragic poem!
Oh yes, it took me a few tries till I'd learned the lesson too!
Somebody once complained that the poem was unfair and that boys have this problem too. I responded that there is nothing in the poem that denies this other truth (and all the others...).
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Yes this is so true. Great piece, short and punchy
Not sure of Blogger ate my comment so...
Absolutely on the money!
You've gone on holiday to Mars? Thats quite impressive.
Wouldn't bother overmuch about that man - they're all the same, really.
I'm always a fan of your punctuation!
Good poem, hope it's a good hollier too and that the weather is better than the dismal dreary rain we have here.Yeuch!.
I have been guilty of this - too many times. Wonderful piece on unrequited love!
Very wise! The good thing with the bend and twist thing is: you always get back your old shape - the sooner or later... ;o
Mmm .. I think it's probably wise , too. And I'm a man! Have a great (inter-planetary) break. Or is that a Kit-kat?
For the record it is NOT a man's world...well, not all the time. Nicely said friend.
Wow...never seen a Mars bar like that! Great, everyone is commenting on your great poem and the chocolate catches my eye. :) Hope you're enjoying some time for you.
It is most certainly what you do - until you finally reel in the right one!
Amen to that, sista!
Oh. Lord, I've bent and twisted my fair share of pretzel loves for guys who weren't worth the contortions!
So much wasted time!! So true... But my poetry would suffer these days if I didn't have those guys to look back on. Happiness a dull poet makes.
Usually crops up as a Glawegian delicacy, deep fried... Odd to see it with an English flag.
Like the poem: the sort Tom Pickard might have written if he were a woman.
Pure, stripped class.
I bought the matching umbrella in the motorway services on the way back up. Down to £1.99!
direct and obtusely to the point
have a great week.
Dianne
Oh how harshly this resonates, still.
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