His profile said, "Loves walking on the sand."
She pictured them, at seaside, hand in hand;
the briny water lapping at their toes,
as in her other hand she held his rose.
He said he loved to cook— Oh! What a win!
I cannot wait to taste his Coq Au Vin!
And what more perfect ending to their dates?
He also gets enjoyment washing plates!
And so, she hopped a plane for far away;
but in her heart, she hoped perhaps to stay.
'Twas many miles she came to find her Prince;
but what she saw, ere long, caused her to wince.
In his brown eyes, she never could get lost;
the doctors, at his birth, declared them crossed.
Thought she, while gazing at his single tooth,
his speech, undoubtedly, is quite uncouth.
Now, she had not moved fast in many years,
but, suddenly, while fighting back the tears,
she spun about, and, showing little style,
discovered she could run a Yorkshire mile.
Now, "dating" on the internet might seem
the perfect way to meet up with your dream.
It works for some, of that there is no doubt,
but many take a long time to find out
that what they thought was true is just a lie;
then they get hurt, and in the by and by
the laughter turns to sobbing and to screams;
to broken promises and shattered dreams.
Does it not pay to meet and check the fit,
before we let our fragile hearts commit?
I guess, perhaps, there's something to be said
for dating the old-fashioned way instead.
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Author Notes
Today's word: Yorkshire mile (n.) a proverbially long distance.
This is one of the few words I knew before being introduced to it by my little book. In this country, the more common term is "a country mile".
My other half has become hooked on a TV show called "Catfish", which relates tales of people who have become embroiled in long-distance internet romances, only to find out that the truth is something far from what they think. That is the inspiration for this little piece. Well, that, and a couple of personal experiences when I was young and foolish. Now, I'm old and foolish, and not given to investing so much in so little.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
Unaltered image: "Catfish", by Modrino, sourced from Deviant Art (https://www.deviantart.com/modrino/art/Catfish-338006794); CC 3.0 licence -- https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/legalcode.
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