My kinda crazy ex named Daisy had an obsession with guppies, seventy six tanks last I knew.
The guppies multiplied into thousands.
She’d coo over them as if they were babies.
She seemed to love them more than me.
Crazy Daisy had so many tanks in the house I could barely get in and out.
I told her she needed to see a shrink and cut back on her guppy explosion.
She said never happen, the shrink or the guppies.
Exasperated, I said I’ve had it, the guppies or me.
She said good riddance, Bob.
I’ve got my guppies, I don’t need you.
I’ve got to get better at selecting or, more likely, being selected by, the wrong women.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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