You’ve no cause for any worries I assure you!A Poem by COLLYMORESelf-explanatoryBy Stanley Collymore
What would I have done without you in my life you rather unexpectedly but clearly jokingly I assume wanted to know and decided you would ask? Find myself another good but evidently incomparable to you woman naturally I was flippantly tempted to spontaneously and diplomatically reply but finally logically and judiciously did not, as I could grasp and therefore also suddenly realize how pointless my conjecture on that unarguably thorny subject and something that happily didn’t happen but could so possibly if commented on quite needlessly open up a can of difficult worms for me.
For in my honest opinion even if I were inclined, which frankly I wasn’t in the least persuaded that I should be, to give an off the cuff or even a straightforward answer either possibly truth- fully but more likely than not a consolingly misleading and pertinently wisely too a diplomatic one to your enquiry neither of them would either be forthrightly relevant, or even in the slightest fair, given that your question was in actual fact strictly a hypothetical supposition; something cleverly thrown into the air by you and quite specifically to attain from me an unquestionably unconsidered contribution.
So in the given circumstances and with the dice of probability so heavily loaded against me why then should I bother to even start trying to treat your whimsical query as though it was a serious question? For when it comes down to personal emotions I always deal in reality, a fundamental stance of which I’m fully cognizant that you’re similarly well aware of and most categorically and exclusively accounts for why you are here in my life " the only woman- cum-lady I’ve ever truthfully wanted to be and have intelligently chosen as my wife!
© Stanley V. Collymore 16 September 2016.
Author’s Remarks: This poem was purposely conceptualized, created and specifically written with genuinely heterosexual persons and couples exclusively in mind and who are themselves either already in or else seriously contemplating on embarking on a constructive and meaningful relationship with that special person in their life, be it as a partner, husband or wife.
This notwithstanding that one or even both of you may have previously gone astray in your particular relationship but having wisely seen sense and positively reacted to its dire warning are now back together and what’s more in champion style and thrillingly robust form, both of these buttressed by your erstwhile failings as you now make a gutsy and commendable go at repairing as well as firmly and pleasurably consolidating your precious relationship.
However and by no stretch of the imagination " my own or that of any other conscionable person " is this poem in any way intended for any of the following loathsome and deviant persons: those smitten by Dykeism or Queerism whether of the open sort or the closet variety and regardless of whatever powerful position(s) they hold socially or professionally in the United Kingdom or the influence that they wield.
Neither is it for paedophiles; those who support or protect them, or astonishingly with mindboggling condescension and incredible brazenness universally accord to these sickeningly and invariably privileged elite perverts blanket official immunity either politically, through a disreputable Crown Prosecution Service, Police and the national law enforcement system; or a corrupt and itself deeply tarnished and immensely paedophilic in character UK and particularly English and Welsh judiciary!
And so to this latter and utterly despised by me inured sewer scum I unapologetically say to all of you in relation to this poem " piss off and don’t even look at it far less so take to reading it. For it’s not meant for gutter rats like you that despairingly for all the decent residents within the UK’s population see you increasingly emerging in huge numbers and in officially designated genderless Britain, in which you’ve played a major part in this transformation, from the stinking sewer where you permanently belong and ought forcibly to be made to stay.
Reading me loud and clear Ms Hiliary Benn; Messrs Eagle, Julia Wendy Macur, Kezia Dugdale, Laura Kuenssberg and testosterone May; and complementing this phalanx of human detritus the several truculent dominatrix and their girlie submissive Misses " or b*****s as they would much prefer that you call them and of whom the constraints of time only allow me to name a tiny fraction of them " Keith Vaz, Ian McNicol, Philip Sales, Jack Beatson, NEIL COYLE: him who wants to sue Jeremy Corbyn " hello sweetie " and Tom Watson!
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StatsAuthorCOLLYMORECambridge, Cambridgeshire, United KingdomAboutAcademic, Journalist, Writer. I'm a highly intelligent, articulate and well-educated human being with an intuitive but enterprising sense of responsibility and a strong moral compass that instincti.. more..Writing
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