'Of course we don't mind', my single friends cry.
'A boyfriend brings heartache'. They all give a sigh,
'It's great being single; we do as we please
No more snores, farts and belches, egos to appease'
'We go shopping all weekend, no excuses to make,
Watch TV all evening without taking a break,
Our bathrooms smell lovely, all peaches and cream,
There's no dirty laundry from his rugby team'!
'On Sundays a lie-in, the bed to ourselves
No male with the habits of loud under-twelves
Time for hair-wash, and make-up and chocolate and phone
And then curling up with the cat and a tome'
So, why that the minute a chap comes in sight
My girlfriends just vanish; just a glimpse in the night.
Could it be that they're fibbing, no, heaven forbid!
They do really mean it;it's themselves that they kid.
On Monday the fourteenth, I shall gather them up
The prospect of good food and good wine to sup
May show all the 'Singles' that all is not lost
They'll be even keener when they hear there's no cost!
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