Those Who Live in Grass Houses

Loser's Lament

Loser’s Lament

“Just my luck,” is oft my cry,
I hardly need to tell you why,
for life it sees me as a joke;
it’s true that I’m that kind of bloke.

For instance if I had a brolly,
for some that would be awful jolly,
but then the rain would turn to drought
and wind would blow my brolly out.

The other day I fell for you
and I just had to tell you true;
I should have known my words so sweet
would send you running down the street.

So now I’m here and all alone,
my love for you has only grown;
for “limerence,” that is the word.
to hope for more is just absurd.


Line count: 16
Quatrains rhymed aabb
For Cards Against Authors, Week Eight Prompt
Prompt Card: The wind blew your umbrella inside out.
Word Cards: Limerence, Locket (You only need to use ONE of the word cards)
Wild Card: Mood: Monachopsis - n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.