The Continuing Saga of Miss Chrissy
Miss Chrissy tired of too many men,
settled down to blissful monogamy
for she remembered
what her therapist had advised.
There are stages and phases
in anyone’s life.
Choose a husband for your youth
and enjoy only him in your bed -
a legitimate intimacy for a while.
But when the ball rolls on
and is impaled on shark teeth
and your hot and bubbly nature
boils over in blotched streams
and your intimacy turns to celibacy,
it’s time to move on.
Last night’s love has spiraled
down your drain!
Choose another mate for middle age -
deafening heartbeats will again
shine light in your darkness.
Surely by now, you know what you want -
leave a wreath of black roses
on the grave of youth’s marriage.
Your second marriage is one of middle age
He has made his mark on the world
and is raw and ready to take you on.
But the therapist didn’t reckon
on Miss Chrissy’s untamed ways
as she wept wildly
in a watershed of tears.
The moon had tricked her
by shining its light
on illusion and confusion.
Her medium man was boring
and inept in bed -
didn’t hold a candle
to the young spring buck
of her youth.
Crimson blood was bleeding
out of her veins,
leaving her numb and
to tell you the truth,
UNSATISFIED.
Miss Chrissy was no longer so pert
but still kind of sexy
and decided to go for broke
with a man of maturity
who had oodles of money
and went to the gym.
Her third marriage of older age
didn’t last too long.
He died in her bed
of a heart attack
from too much passion,
exerted when he was
no longer a spring chicken.
Miss Chrissy had now outlived
all of her men
but had pockets of money
to pursue other fellows
who were after her
for her money.
So she decided
in her own interest
to halt her trips
to the altar
and partake of men
who were young and agile
and could fulfill her needs
without any strings.
Miss Chrissy smiled to herself
in aroused excitement
realizing she had come full circle
and was right back in the place
where she started.