Each day there is a new man
on her mobile phone.
She chats each night on MSN.
She says she feels alone.

Coffee with another
man she hardly knows,
but she's thinking about her lover,
the one who curls her toes.

There was this guy called Branson.
He said, "I'm six feet four,
blond hair blue eyes and I'm handsome.
Baby you need look no more."

But when he arrives on her doorstep,
he's short drunk and balled.
She has a quick look at the list she kept.
You're not the man I called.

Her lover was suspicious,
troubled by jealousy.
So he granted her all her wishes,
through a fake identity.

Described him self as a good catch.
It read like the perfect match
And the photo he sent had an honest face,
so she asked him to her place.
When this man arrives,
there is no disguise.
She opens the door for her lover
and closes the door on her lies.

This is great.... and so true...

nice ending.......

Her lover was suspicious,
troubled by jealousy.
So he granted her all her wishes,
through a fake identity.

^I got lost her, maybe I didn't read it write, loved the realistic humor though

Very wittey!

Very nice write...