Dear John.
I love you.
It’s as simple as that.
So often I long for you.
I seek you out.
When I don’t see that special shine of yours, I feel bereft.
And hopeless.
Dear John.
You are a beacon to the longing inside me.
A comfortable embrace at the end of a long search.
A solid place to rest in times of need.
Dear John.
Even when you are unkempt and disheveled I am glad to see you.
There is no substitute for you, Dear John.
Especially at my age.
Finding a bush to pee behind can be so difficult…
Which is why I always prefer you…
Dear John.
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9 comments:
Oh Jenny, you are just too funny.....
as soon as I started reading that I started thinking just maybe it was about what it was..........just because I knew who was writing it. lol
and aren't we happy we really don't have to find a bush to do our business. Let's hear it for JOHN! lol
Have a great weekend,
Blessings, Nellie
Jenny, I love the way you think!
A surprise ending!
Exquisite poem full of tenderness!
The last three lines gave me pause...
You are one hilarious lady.
hahaha
And I think our good friend Leovi missed the ending...
;)
funny, jenny. clever. :]
This is hilarious. Just goes to show, you can't know too many "Johns"...especially when you need one. HA!
how sweet & funny! I think I prefer the funny one.
have a great day.
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