Mr. Right
Mr. Right is doing time.
Stole my heart, that was his crime;
Got charged with theft.
That search being over,
I now seek a lover;
What say you, Mr. Left?
Love is…
What is love?
I’ll tell you in a minute.
Love is… a hole
And everyone falls in it.
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Would you love a girl
With a kangaroo pouch,
Who isn’t very pretty
And often plays the grouch?
Could you love a girl
Who longs to be a mother?
Who, for this reason, would
Trade places with another?
If you love this girl,
Can you tell her so?
For if she doesn’t hear it,
She might never know.
Cinderella
Poor, poor Cinderella!
Wonder when she’ll meet her fella!
Prince Charming, is it not?
Oh, Dear! Think he forgot?
Guess SOMEBODY oughta tell ‘er!
Realization
My knight in shining armor,
My prince charmer;
The man of my dreams…
If YOU are my better half,
I have low self-esteem.
Jacqueline Hallenbeck is a New Jersey resident and a poet. Comments on these poems can be sent to: current@hudsonreporter.com.