I have a rival
Who sang his warning early
So she left my bed
The blunt truth did hurt
What response did I have now?
I’m a broken man
Daily grind at my job
Plenty takes my mind off her
Will she forget too?
I’ll see her once more
For it’s only natural
To woo her again
I took her roses
“What if we have a quartet?"
She says smilingly
She says smilingly
What kind of quartet I wonder..rivals can be a pain..but they do make you work harder!
ReplyDeleteBe careful - no menage a quatre here - the 'other two' may be bodyguards.
ReplyDeleteA smile in her voice. I thought of strings and Mozart.
ReplyDeleteInteresting …..what a suggestion?
ReplyDeleteThe rival is of course their new baby.
ReplyDeleteAwww so sweet:)
ReplyDeleteThis is too cute ... love this rival :-)
ReplyDeleteIt's tough to have that kind of competition. Baby needs trump all. Love this!
ReplyDeleteThose types of rivals invariably grow up and move on. Best to be constant in one's affections and wait it out.
ReplyDeleteWould that all men could be so clear and honest about that green eyed monster,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
How nicely penned Old Egg! Smoothly does it when feelings of love exude lots of confidence and good responses! Great!
ReplyDeleteHank
Excellent! Took me a couple of reads to get my head around it though!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, still like the idea she has two men to play with.
ReplyDeleteinteresting to wonder where things go with the last question
ReplyDeleteThis one got most of the responses guessing. Very craftily crafted. Nice one!
ReplyDeleteIt's music for my muse!
ReplyDeleteNow, there's a twist at the end!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem with quite the twist at the end, Old Egg. I wasn't expecting that.
ReplyDeletePamela
Too nice <3
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