Ooh look! A new feature. I will sprinkle these in between blog posts for giggles…
By the way, I hope you all had a fabulous Summer and have an even more enchanting and lovely Autumn (my favorite season)!
Middle Aged Dating Limerick
There once was a gal from South Mass
Who wished for true love, not an ass,
But found every year
The beaus round grew more queer
And her true loves were friends, child, and sass.
The ghosts of summer ’round me glide
They whisper half-truths at my side
And follow me into the Fall
Where wraiths are honored most of all.
Alas though specters thrill betimes
These are not welcome ghosts of mine
I wish them gone, I wish them fled,
That ease may haunt my halls instead.