When The Shark Bites

When fairy tales meet the real world.

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In college, she had many boys, at least a score or more,

derrieres in chairs or on the floor—she wasn’t keeping score.

In tête-à-têtes, ménage à trois, and quintets (more than four),

her place or theirs, sometimes the stairs before they reached the door.

She’d guide and slide or ride astride until beanbags weren’t blue;

though rarely satisfied herself, she disappointed few.

She learned from some and taught the new so they knew what to do

while in-and-out their spout would sprout at each turn of the screw.

One day she’d marry (quite contrary to this worldly view)

a hometown boy whom she’d deploy when there were far too few,

though back at college common knowledge rumored they were through

so none would care—he wasn’t there and wasn’t much ado.

The joys of marriage she’d disparage soon and out-of-hand;

once not allowed (as she’d avowed) into her promised land,

she’d sore deplore if he touched shore—she wanted to disband.

She’d toss the albatross bound ’round her neck by fate’s demand.

By Ken Gosse

From: United States

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