Ode to Mrs. TRK
My elusive one
My love
Where are you?
Why haven’t you burst through my screen
Moved by my eloquence and subversive dodginess?
Where do you hide?
Why can I not find you?
Is it my broadly misogynistic streak that repels you?
Or perhaps you are in front of me and I see you not
I search
I saunter
I seethe
I seek
I sift through all my fanmail from adoring commenters
And still I cannot fathom
The essence of you:
Your inner beauty
Must equal your outer beauty
A tall order, perchance
But I’m a dreamer
And that makes everything OK
I breathe in
An impassioned sigh
And contemplate myself some more.
Yikes! See the rest of this biting satire over here: http://trkpurim.blogspot.com/
3 comments:
I can't believe I didn't write this one!
That's hilarious - even better than the real one. Whoever wrote it certainly has TRK's number!
ya achla gever totach mi shekatav et zeh - pashut gadol!
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