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.
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.
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
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.)