Dear Bridget,
I have a little midget,
Minus my Mr Darcy,
In fact, I've forgotten my Darcy,
The world is filled with Cleavers now,
Who charm you and make you go wow,
But before you get to the main course or dessert,
They've told you to divert,
They were just looking for starters,
So let's not be martyrs,
We move along,
And force ourselves to sing a happy song,
Of course when friends banter about their happy homes,
I disappear like Sherlock Holmes,
"You won't die alone", they reassure,
I chuckle and retort, "How can you be sure?",
It's a lonely world Bridget,
But at least I have my midget.
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