The Rhyme Queen, feigning ignorance to the world's cries to stop, only but strikes again!
Cuckoo Bird and I both wished to head to New York
Not forever,
Not for long,
But just until we heard, again, the sound of the Billabong.
For her, shifts between Paris and New York,
For me, analytics, Blahniks and Pérignon.
For us, Christmas, SoHo's, four seasons,
Central Park, Neal Caffrey and the list goes on.
Waited and waited, till our angst was pranked,
And Cuckoo got her quick fix and chose a smart phone instead.
Betrayed, I am now in seclusion,
As Cuckoo, mails, chats and howls with her New York illusion.
4 gentle spooks fed my bloggums:
How dare you accuse Cuckoo of betrayal?
Cuckoo was honest,
Cuckoo was brave,
Cuckoo’s now scowling at thoughts – cerebral!
New York and Paris ours will be,
Smitten be honest,
Smitten be brave,
Smitten stop crushing our fantasies – three!
Forget quick fixes and the dance towards smart,
What we need now,
Is whimsy and spark,
Then Smitten ‘n’ C. Bird their journey may start.
Only time will tell! Humph!
Oh, get with the times,
Enough of the drama mimes,
Don't be so rude,
Drop the old Druid,
Use Droid to type ye rhymes.
Why you no right? Always looking on phone. Not so smart, no? Right soon, dear.
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