The cold morning breeze and the visible light,
Proved the dawn of another day.
The tea and breakfast tray were out of sight,
Grumpily in bed he lay.
Unwillingly he descended that citadel of a bed,
Protected by the walls of his mosquito net.
He headed straight to the mirror and inspected his head,
Grey hairs weren’t visible, just not yet.
He smirked and went for a quick neat shave,
With his job he seemed evidently tired.
The water just kept flowing down the faucet but why save?
His only hope now was getting fired.
Perhaps then to Puerto Rico he would go,
Where girls he heard were simple and true.
A CEO at thirty five he had everything to show,
Except a wife who completes life for you.
On his behalf this ad in here I place,
The matrimonial section of the Sunday Times.
A woman of beauty, charm and grace,
This poor CEO he wishes to find.
His anxiety and distress no man can ease,
A wife is essential to every man I suppose,
So kindly would you marry him please?
The poor fellow he’ll never propose!
If you are a single in this neighbourhood,
Loyal and got nothing else to do,
Marry him, I think you should,
For he’s a bachelor and you’re single too!
Kee Reflections 