The Tragedy of the Too-Handsome Man

I strolled around, not muscle-bound, but fit,
Some lucky woman's man, in mirrored shades
And tiny suit, beside the sea and deeply tanned.
A tasteful chain around my neck, a nod for
Those nearby. There should have been
No doubt that I would be the best vacation guy
For any poor, pale matron who had jetted
Down my way. Alas, I heard two of them
Whisper, "Don't be fooled. He's gay."

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-28 at 15:46

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yes, kant can The PoetBay support member heart!
they very much take care of their body

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Ha ha So true!!!
You made me smile this morning because I would have the same thought upon seeing such a specimen. :)