He gads about town a sleek tomcat
Stalking the ladies like a madman
Daring all comers to combat
A fighter not a lover we can tell
Only strife and violence he begat
That sorry catamount has no home
Sex a better conversation than love’s chitchat
Feels lust a better dance than love’s cancan
Despising all the comforts due the aristocrat
I love to watch people. Since the pandemic, I haven’t had as may opportunities to indulge. Most people are all about brevity in the places I used to be able to eavesdrop. I suppose that is a good thing but it really puts a crimp in one of my more enjoyable pastimes. That said it was most gratifying to be able to listen in on 2 guys discussing dating. Well, not really dating as I think of dating. They were discussing “hooking up”. Where was I to be able to overhear this conversation? Well I’ll give you a couple clues. I had to get an item that after calling around was only available at a specific family owned mega-store noted for having a less than high class clientele. The employees wear little royal blue vests with yellow trim. In the adds prices are always falling. The males were in the computer area. (As I was searching for the adaptor that Best Buy no longer carries because they are obsolete.) The consensus was that love is overrated and sex without strings attached is the way to go. Of course the one sorry tomcat was advocating one night stands and the other said that affairs with married women were the best because if there was an “accident”, the husband was “on the hook”. Getting a good look at the two of them, I suspicion that this was a completely theoretical discussion since they looked like drowned cats that had been the losers in every catfight they had ever fought. The kicker was when the scragglier one started saying that he had been couch surfing and was running out of places to stay… yikes!
As for the poem, it is a Magic 9. This 9-line poem doesn’t have any rules as far as meter or subject matter. The only requirements are a nine line stanza with a rhyme scheme of abacadaba (which is how my grandmother would chant the “magic words” abracadabra).