I really want to be The Bachelor, Inviting morsels for me to trawl, Flicking them off, so spectacular, I wish I could taste them all! And I find The One, The Only One, “My love is like a red, red, rose”, The final, millions watch, she’s won, A moment in time that froze. But is it real this game of love? Is it only a scripted illusion? Parts are acted, producers shove, All in all, a romantic delusion. To be The Bach my looks will hinder, I’ll go back to finding real love on Tinder. © Neil Dufty
When you’re in a crowd And someone comes towards you And ignores you On their phone… Phubbing Phone Snubbing When you’re on a night out At a restaurant And your date Constantly goes On their phone… Phubbing Phone Snubbing When you want to have a conversation With your teenager And they just have to go On their phone… Phubbing Phone Snubbing When there are laws about not Phoning and driving But people Still drive On their phone… Phubbing Phone Snubbing When you’re reading this poem On your phone… © Neil Dufty
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