photo by Chandra
Lately I’ve been reading some wonderful poetry in blogs I follow and I’m thoroughly enjoying them. Since I’ve written some myself through the years, I decided to go back and read some of my own. This one made me chuckle.
The devils I fall for
If the man is a cad
He’s bound to be charming
His false words will tumble
Like music from a fresh mountain stream
Right into my thirsty heart.
A broken heart
If the man is a scoundrel
I’ll find him delightful
My soul, trembling with desire,
Will hunger for him all the while
He is buttering up somebody else.
If the man is a rascal
The good men, my dear, are not half as exciting
He’ll be clever and entertaining
Because the good men, my dear,
Are not half as exciting
As the devils I fall for.
“Isn’t it awful that good men aren’t half as interesting as the rascals?” Joan Tess Smith
(This was the quote which inspired the above poem long ago. Today I have no idea who Joan Tess Smith was. If I did know once upon a time, I don’t remember now. Can you help? Mr. Google doesn’t seem to know her.)
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Glad you liked it Jaya.
Hi. I like your poem about scoundrels. Are you still writing poetry?
Haven’t done so in years, but may get back to it. It’s been fun reading it.
Rascals have always been my favourites!
Then you understand. Reliable, dependable, thoughtful and considerate just never seemed to appeal once upon a time.
I was called rascal by many ladies and took it as an insult. Now, after reading your blog, I take it as a compliment. Great blog Muriel.
Yes, I’m afraid I’d still call something of a compliment. There is just something appealing about a man who isn’t perfect, and something a little boring about absolute perfection.