Well, someone actually matched with my nonsensical Tinder profile, possibly out of morbid curiosity or possibly because she was still drunk from the night before (it was the day after St Paddy’s and our epic Grand Slam victory in the Six Nations).
Having met my goal the profile bio has now been taken down as nobody really wants to learn about the VAT rate of breads and pastries, and the Fraggle Rock theme has been replaced with a Bruce Springsteen song I really like that also happens to have a suggestive title. For all it really matters anyway, I imagine that it will be a fortnight at most before I take my profile offline again. In the meantime I promised a poem if someone matched with me, and I’m not going to disappoint. Unfortunately due to a combination of other projects and procrastination (laziness) I’ve missed World Poetry Day (21 March), but we’ll say I’m doing this in honour of the event anyway, which means I’m either being avant-garde or a hipster. There was an age when the world was dark And time it was but a faraway dream, It came after one lingering spark Of light and sound in a flowing stream, In aeons forgotten in the haze of morning When the reverie fades, And the head starts pounding. A universe exists beyond the heavy shades And stellar power dries the dew of night, A hopeful promise eternally remade In the dawning of a new day’s light, The morning check of the social world To see what has been said, And what apologies might be owed The rumour of a new connection The teasing heart of a rightward swipe, Surely no one could want the affection From someone clearly a total gype, And yet here it was really true There was she, And very pretty I can tell you. So a chat there was, the sharing of a joke And mutual agreement that someone was a dose, An accountant she thought from my HMRC boke I had to tell her she wasn’t even close, It transpired she hails from a farm near town, And soon conversation dried, For it’s a lonely life with the charm of a clown. Don’t anybody dare say “Aw, that’s sad,” it was one more swipe than I expected to get with that profile, which makes it more successful than the time I went on to Plenty of Fish with Hannibal Lecter as my profile picture and the headline “It puts the lotion on its skin or hosey time”. Happy World Poetry Day everybody.
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