Online Dating: The Older Man!For many years I have delayed, but now I’m tired of waiting,More Like This
For now I feel mature enough, to tackle online dating
I think I must be honest, and say it’s been a while,
Since last I had a lady friend, but here goes with my profile:
I'm mostly known as Horace, but I've never liked this name,
I've changed it now to Boris, though it does sound much the same!
I think I’m almost five foot tall - was six foot but I'm shrinking,
But never mind, for short is cute - at least that's what I'm thinking!
I like my hair to be au naturale, which means that I am bald,
Well, if I'm to be quite honest, it's just part of growing old,
I have the most amazing ears and ditto with my nose,
For age has blessed me with a gene for extremities that grow!
My lips are good but I must admit that I have rotten teeth,
and my chin has yet another chin that's growing underneath,
Good to have a spare part though, that's what I always say,
Though I'm not sure all the ladies would look at it this
PoisonAfter the thrill of the huntMore Like This
you are still here -
churning me up inside,
making me into something
like a river
or a catastrophe.
I can almost see you
standing there on the porch
in the half-light
of naked wood and nails,
smoking your cigarette -
dressed up like a riddle.
What did you call me again?
Something that rhymed
with Brian or David
that you could only pronounce
with your mouth full.
I let you wear your boots
I let you lie
about your age
and your husband,
and the fact that the library
wanted you for murder.
But you just moved
through my room
wearing my shirt and sweater
like you knew
someone was missing -
like the socks and sheets
in the laundry basket
would follow you home.
You said I made you understand
That poetry did not have to hurt.
And you let me believe
could cure anything.