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, the 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.
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's stories and poems 