Introduction

I wrote this when my sister complained that she was fed up with being single. She happened to mention that she'd joined an internet dating agency...

Internet Men

Won't somebody help me please
It's getting so I'm on my knees
I'm thirty now and without a man
Out the window went my childhood plan

I should now be married to a sex god
But here I stand, still on my tod
I should have had a couple of kids
Reality sucks and I'm on the skids!!

Without a man I feel bereft
There aren't that many options left
And so it's my keyboard that I stroke
To surf the net to find a bloke!!

I can wait no longer on the shelf
I must move forward and by myself
So with anticipation I double click
Fingers crossed - don't want no pr*ck!!

But how do I know if they're for real?
As they keep me guessing with their spiel
Tall, dark, handsome and very rich
Means fat, poor, lonely and a titch!!

How can I find that one Mr Right
When internet dates are such a fright?
They all seem wierd - I don't mean to moan
Maybe I'm better off on my own...........

Copyright; Howie