You don’t know the person You don’t know the place, But when you hear the story, You occupy the space. And out of every 10 Stories There comes the 1, about the loneliest of Lonely Schmucklings, Poor little Ducklings, sad little ducks....

Oh my little home girl, Told me about the other little home girl. The former Coworker, A little Napoleonic!  A little high strung And chronic. Oh but what an excellent employee! The only thing Wrong, Was that poor little mama, was lonelier than me. More than I have ever been Or could be.

The only child Of a early widowed mother, who 20 years later, Hooked up with a 4 night stand Brother. Who warmed her lonely bed and fed her lusty, hungry need. And pumped Her Full of his seed. Then home boy just bounced. Which  was okay with her, Feeling all guilty after the Done Deed.

Surprisingly At the age of 39, Found herself
With child! She thought her eggs had
dried up. She thought her uterus was closed. She panicked for a moment Then she supposed; I could have this baby On my own. And so was the beginning of little home girl. Having to see. pictures Of a would be stepfather, That she’d had never met. Or he Could have been her father. She sighed  With melancholy regret.

And she was the product Of a biological 1, she might as well forget. Her mother did! In the heat of fornicating You don’t take downs 1's contact info... So she was just raised with a late breeding single mom. No other family, nor father, No harm... No Alarm, Just Me And she, sans a HE!

I did mention the term Napoleonic. Little home girl Was that in a good way.  She wasn’t tyrannical For she hated tyrants. Just a little taller than a hobbit, And a barely there Pygmy. But she was a little Amazon. And she didn’t take no crap, Get me!???

Now last I’ve heard Of our heroine, she finds her life absurd; Almost all done in...
Her mother passed on. Less than a year ago. And she feels maybe it’s time to move on! Shake that inertia Or Vertigo! Her last link to life Wasn’t her job Or the great health plan benefits... “IT WAS HER MA DUKE”!!! Nothing makes sense Anymore, Nothing fits!

Mom’s was the 1 and only love of her life She ran through a string of boyfriends. Dating some twice and thrice. But just like her moms before her, She found romance stressful With excess strife.  She gave it the old High school try, the old College try. The old Water cooler banter at work try. The lunch break, lunch dates try. And finally Anywhere, Anyway, you can find a guy Try! Left her exhausted With a Parched throat And a mouth gone dry!

Now sometime after labor day, My home girl told me That little miss cutie pie pygmy, I don’t mean no harm “FOLKS” When I call her that.. Look  at a Nat’l Geographic show. Pygmies are beautiful, They are the cheese to the mac!!! Anyway While volunteering To clear up the basement At her family episcopal church,
with Fellow congregants, Called in to help, At the Last minute lurch.

She saw a beautiful Tall, Chocolate,  Mandingo Looking bro. In front of an old dusty Phonograph Record player, Spinning an equally dusty 33 RPM LP. Of the Beatles Eleanor Rigby. She distinctly Heard the lines, “All Of The Lonely People” He turned around And their eyes connected And she suddenly thought how could this be. For the 1st time in my life, 1 of those lonely people, will not be me. Not with that tall Mister He.

Now from labor day To the upcoming Christmas Holidays, Not a long span of infinity.  He’s packed up house, And they plan to Fly south. To meet his “Great Big Family” Sans E Rigby Perhaps to live: “EVER AFTER HAPPILY”....

And today’s theme is: Don’t give up on love, Cause it doesn’t.....:-)

           HAPPY HOLIDAYS POETICIOUS!