She Calls Herself a Spinster
She calls herself a spinster with a sly and sultry smile.
At seventy-eight, she knows so well the art of luring guile.
A silken string strewn on his face from her outstretched bony hand
is not seen by the younger man she knows that she will land.
This young man is manly, which must lead to his demise.
A spinster spider knows too much and casts her come-on lies.
She twirls him round and round and round and round again once more.
He’s dizzy now and lustful. She has him to his core.
He’s bound up in her silken web, her web of love’s deceit.
Her sweet perfume, her purring tongue, the web of his defeat.
At his last gasp engulfed in thread, he knows that he’s been had.
But he would not trade in his fate. His last breaths are not sad.
She’s energized, another score! And she dabs on more perfume.
The darkness that she penetrates, it leads to weak men’s doom.
She calls herself a spinster with a sly and sultry smile.
At seventy-nine, she knows so well the art of luring guile.
I’m noticing a pattern in what I’m writing these days. I just love writing about bizarre humans (like me). And, no, this isn’t based on anyone I know.
Update 3-14-2016 – I just changed the beginning of the last line from “At seventy-eight” to “At seventy-nine”, because reasons.
Ha. I love this…The “luring” guile, and more. I love the pun of the “spinster!” Never underrate an older woman!!!
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Spinster as spider. That was my cue. And, no, I NEVER underestimate an older woman!
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Reblogged this on lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown and commented:
As much as it maligns the saintliness of us mature ladies, I must reblog this clever rhyme. I love the puns and I must say I’m impressed at how quickly okcforgottenman has spun his tale!
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My versie thang only maligns a particular woman, one who has suffered unjustly in her earlier life. I’m noticing a pattern in what I am writing these days. I just love writing about bizarre humans, those not like the rest of us.
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Uh, implying that you are not bizarre???
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Judy this lovely rhyme worried me a lot. You see whenever I see a female who attracts or lures me the one thing she never appears to be is old, no matter what her age. What on earth does that say about me !? 🙂 Anton
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Anton–You asked what your comment says about you? It says you are mature and open minded and probably beloved by the women around you. You know that okcforgottenman wrote this, not me. Right?
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Victorias Secret entered my mind
then a short time place in Northern Japan
She’s no more spinster
than me a full time minster
she learned her craft well
now all are in the web, do tell
Excuse me, they are coming to take me away
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They forgot to take me away.
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Great poem… I’m impressed by the woman’s lustful energy – I’m only 61, and have already lost interest in the game.
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Thank you, Jane! Reading it again after an absence of a few months, I’m thinking changing the final line to start “At seventy-nine…”, calling into question whether she’s counting years or ….
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Ha! Nice…
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I like it, too. The change, I mean. Already said how much I like the poem.
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And I have, absent apparent objection, amended the last line.
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Aha. just got it!!!! Yes. I like the shift.
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78? 79? I’ve seen what we in Florida call “merry widows” in their 60’s do that. But I love the “spin-ster”!
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