To Skype or not to Skype, that is the question

de caprio

The first message was explicit:

(I imagined him cock-sure and slick),

I giggled but quickly recovered,

got rid of him quick with a click…

 

I’m ‘spoken for’ and happily married,

and let’s face it I’m ‘over the hill…’

but it took me back decades of years,

provided an egotistical thrill.

 

‘Twas as if I’d sent out a photo,

‘doctored’ and faintly erotic,

where my boobs were in place,

and an unwrinkled face

suggested a jolly good frolic.

 

Dear reader, I’m totally innocent,

except for writing online;

don’t wear fancy drawers,

(prefer metaphors),

although the thought was sublime.

 

These days my pleasures are simple:

coffee on patio, pastry snack,

hot chocolate at night,

a book and ‘to write,’

not gymnastics in bed on my back.

 

What triggered this poem you may wonder,

I’ll tell you the truth – it’s a fact,

in twenty-four hours,

I was suddenly ‘showered’

by four ‘Generals, ‘ a ‘sir’ and a ‘hack.’

 

Of course most of ‘the others’

intentions were pure, white as snow,

but it’s safe to be wary,

and quite necessary,

for how is a woman to know?!

 

True fact: A while ago, I received no less than half a dozen requests to Skype with various gentlemen (?). Now, I’m fascinated by people, but appreciate that ‘online’ one has to be wary of who one is exchanging words with! I’m a push-over for lonely souls, so have to be ‘on guard,’ hence the above poem.

 

© Joy Lennick 2018

Picture © copyright replaceface.tumblr.com/

 

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7 thoughts on “To Skype or not to Skype, that is the question

  1. Lol Joy, love that you made lemonade with the lemons here. You must be empathic, wanting to make everyone feel better when they come to you. Beware your boundaries. 🙂

  2. Thanks for the advice DG, I’ve already been ‘drawn’ into some prominent…. man’s fantasy, despite telling him I was married and ancient…and corresponded, completely innocently, with a certain Prince who shall be nameless..,Not to mention an ailing gent who is dying of some terrible disease BUT has a small fortune to spread around, choosing little ol’ me to give it to. Ring any bells? When men twitter ‘Hello dear…’ alarm bells sound and I delete them immediately. Men, eh? We couldn’t and wouldn’t want to do without them. Luckily I found a cracker..

    • Thanks, Kathy. I enjoy writing humorous poetry; serious too. Twitter offers misfits now and then… I’m fascinated by people and what makes them tick but have to beware of being a ‘soft touch’. One lonely man put me (as old as Methusalah, married to boot) in a fantasy, after the most innocent exchanges!! Keep up with your great writing.

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