They Could Find No Match
There they were sitting,
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Like hens in a den.
Stacked together cackling tight...
Like bowling pins grouped,
For someone to roll a strike!
Discussing with one another,
Who was with who...
And why was he with him?
Whipering and passing judgement...
Although they weren't 'butch'
They could have been mistaken as lesbians!
Since all of the women were divorced,
And none of them came escorted...
With anyone of the opposite sex,
Supporting a hint of a grin!
And there they were amongst themselves...
Proclaiming they could find no match,
For the men who chose from them to be detached!