Love is patient.
I've waited.
Love is kind.
Turned a blind eye.
But, I ain't your mama.
No, no.
You get that from your wife.
Have mercy.
You're always coming round
Yes, you do.
just after nightfall.
Ain't never seen you in the day.
Next time you come catting round
looking to get some
gonna find my porch light off.
Stroll on, now, boy!
A Magpie Tale.
19 comments:
Excellent, love this, read it aloud three times. Wish I'd written this - said in a non-jealous way. =)
Way to turn that little sampler on its ear, MZ. ;-)
wish I could write like this.
it seems so effortless, so light.
"...I ain't your mama" -- All Men Take Heed. Nicely done MZ!
Love the cadence of this - could be a blues song.
Fantastic writing! It's doubtful I will like another Magpie this week more than this one, highly doubtful.
As Evelyn says . . effortless and light . . but I bet a deal of thought goes into it. Great result!
Neat.
Sort of like the anti-Seekers version of "Love Is Blind".
Sweet. Gotta agree with Kelly. Very bluesy rhythm.
No more front porch swinging?
(Actually, they don't even have a swing)
Thanks for visiting my Magpie poem! Yes, your poem is definitely bluesy---always a compliment, as far as I'm concerned.
Turning the light off just makes 'em come scratch on the screen.Shotguns, now...or cameras...
Love the language here--as always, no nonsense and no bull, just the cold hard truth.
Enjoyed this! :)
I HATE it when men want you to be their mama! You said it all with this one,MZ!
Now I'm jealous! In a good way. Very well done.
Terrific! You do the voice so well.
You've got rhythm!
You go girl.
Oh yes! Great take!
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