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Here's my random little weekend pondering: monogamy! Why is it the best thing ever? Why is it just plain awful? Where the heck did the concept even stem from? Write about it! A story, a poem, an essay. Tag me, por favor! Extra credit assignment: MAKE-UP a story of its origins (howza bout that?).
Cover image for post The Continuing Saga of Miss Chrissy, by sandflea68
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The Continuing Saga of Miss Chrissy

Miss Chrissy tired of too many men,

settled down to blissful monogamy

for she remembered

what her therapist had advised.

There are stages and phases

in anyone’s life.

Choose a husband for your youth

and enjoy only him in your bed -

a legitimate intimacy for a while.

But when the ball rolls on

and is impaled on shark teeth

and your hot and bubbly nature

boils over in blotched streams

and your intimacy turns to celibacy,

it’s time to move on.

Last night’s love has spiraled

down your drain!

Choose another mate for middle age -

deafening heartbeats will again

shine light in your darkness.

Surely by now, you know what you want -

leave a wreath of black roses

on the grave of youth’s marriage.

Your second marriage is one of middle age

He has made his mark on the world

and is raw and ready to take you on.

But the therapist didn’t reckon

on Miss Chrissy’s untamed ways

as she wept wildly

in a watershed of tears.

The moon had tricked her

by shining its light

on illusion and confusion.

Her medium man was boring

and inept in bed -

didn’t hold a candle

to the young spring buck

of her youth.

Crimson blood was bleeding

out of her veins,

leaving her numb and

to tell you the truth,

UNSATISFIED.

Miss Chrissy was no longer so pert

but still kind of sexy

and decided to go for broke

with a man of maturity

who had oodles of money

and went to the gym.

Her third marriage of older age

didn’t last too long.

He died in her bed

of a heart attack

from too much passion,

exerted when he was

no longer a spring chicken.

Miss Chrissy had now outlived

all of her men

but had pockets of money

to pursue other fellows

who were after her

for her money.

So she decided

in her own interest

to halt her trips

to the altar

and partake of men

who were young and agile

and could fulfill her needs

without any strings.

Miss Chrissy smiled to herself

in aroused excitement

realizing she had come full circle

and was right back in the place

where she started.