The Judges

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

The Judges

Of course I want her all to myself;

I have no-one else.

Why should she?

The Sooky Girl called me out of the blue.

We may have ended the tiff we had in May

Six month’s ago, so it had been a while

Since we drank Marlborough Rhein Riesling

On her veranda, and my feelings

For her have long subsided.

It was fun and I made her laugh

And gave her a box of chocolates . Don’t get me wrong

I still love some of the poems

I wrote for her

And it amuses me to publish them

In the local rag under a pseudonym

And who doesn’t love a poem

About themselves, however cruel.

Besides, I can always use a muse

And choose to confuse their invalid others.

I saw her a second time, but as Iggy sang

It was no fun.

I won’t go there again -

Our friendship has concluded and my maxim is:

‘Friends are just people who haven’t let you down yet.’

I wish her well with her sookiness and boganistic friends

And the dramas that never seem to end.

I hear her admonition and I agree

I am overly judgemental

But so are those I judge.

Submitted: November 02, 2020

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The Ghost-Bull

Deep and interesting!

Mon, November 2nd, 2020 3:07pm

Mike S.

Sometimes you just have to say goodbye, Craig, even if it's tough, excellent

Mon, November 2nd, 2020 6:13pm


Thanks Mike. I know, but it had to be written. Regret nothing.

Mon, November 2nd, 2020 10:49am


I definitely agree with the maxim on friendship along with your concluding lines.
Well said, Craig.

Mon, November 2nd, 2020 8:10pm


Thanks Hullabaloo22. I hope it doesn't seem too harsh.

Mon, November 2nd, 2020 3:03pm

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