Angsty poetry #3: The world is my oyster

For all those who have been jilted …

The world is my oyster

The world is my oyster, baby
But you ain’t no pearl
A rock maybe
A stone lady
Nothin’ like a diamond
Nothin’ like a pearl

The world is my smorgasbord, baby
But you ain’t no oyster
A sausage roll maybe
A party pie lady
Nothin’ like a oyster
Nothin’ like a pearl

The world is my art gallery, baby
But you ain’t no Leonardo da Vinci
A Leonardo Dicaprio maybe
A Ken Done lady
Nothin’ like Leonardo da Vinci
Nothin’ like a pearl

The world is my cigar-bar, baby
But you ain’t no thigh-rolled Havana
An Escort maybe
Winnie Blues lady,
Nothin’ like thigh-rolled Havanas
Nothin’ like a pearl

The world is my wine-bar, baby
But you ain’t no Dom Perignon
A West Coast Cooler maybe
A Passion Pop lady
Nothin’ like a Dom Pérignon
Nothin’ like a pearl

The world is boudoir, baby
But you ain’t no Cleopatra
A Mother Theresa maybe
A Boutros Boutros Ghali lady
Nothin’ like a Cleopatra
Nothin’ like a pearl

This poem could go on forever, feel free to add to it.

For the grammar Nazis – my apologies for the double negatives and contractions peppered throughout the poem.

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  • Belinda Leopold