Yes we've all seen them 24 yr old female N/S GSOH,seeks David Borenaz lookalike for cozy nights in, and yes, sometimes they work.......................
When I have so much to give
In my lonely heart, there's love for a start
Yet alone I still have to live
So I log on to a site on the net
Where men who want love do abound
So I type in myself, for them all to read
In the faint hope that one can be found
To take me on board, and into his arms
And welcome me into his life
And maybe one day, I hope and I pray
That one day may make me a 'wife'
But what do I say to make them reply
To the advert I'm placing today
Attractive, and blonde, with GSOH
Hey come on now what do you say
Now I'm nearly as tall as Jerry Hall
With legs that go up to my bum
But when they all know just what I am
I hope that I don't leave 'em numb
I like music, and walks, and videos, and such
Am easily pleased don't you see
I like a good laugh, and a drink now, and then
Glass of wine, cup of coffee or tea
But alas there's a catch when I look for a match
So you see I must have a good plan
The problem with me, is quite easy to see
It's just that I once was a man
So what can I do to make it come true
This dream that I hopefully seek
And my wish it would bethat those who will see
Will stop, and at me, take a peek
That my kind are not well sought after
Men sometimes fear, or think that we're queer
Or burst out in great fits of laughter
But I'm human too, and now what must I do
To find me the love that I need
Must I spend my life in this lonely strife
Forever my heart shall it bleed
Hope springs eternal, least that's what they say
In the writings and poems of old
But my real life today, I just cannot stay
With a heart left out in the cold
So trip my e mail with a message of love
Let me feel the warmth of your touch
And I will give you all the same in return
Because I can love you so much
Here's a poem dedicated to all those who think the world is about to end...it will of course, one day, but will we see??
Shrieked the priestess high
As she looked up to the sky
There was something up there
Upon my very life I swear
There speeding through the air
Is it our Christ's new birth
Is He coming back to Earth
Her followers shriek with mirth
Not rockers punks or mods
Take heed of me you silly sods
But the priestess lost her lot
And her followers soon forgot
For in the end, it happened not
