Writer, poet, film and TV producer, founder of the Manchester Poetry Festival, Henry Normal just posted this:
This had me howling with laughter . . .
"A very kind person who follows this page sent me this photo yesterday. It seems my identity has been stolen for a dating app. It has now been taken down. I've written this poem referring to the details therein."
SWIPED
I’m told I’m on a dating app
One called OK Cupid
As bait to lure a female date
Preferably one that’s stupid
There’s plenty more catfish in the sea
Strange they should steal my identity
It never did that much for me
No wonder they changed my personality
I appear to have acquired a cat
that I didn’t know was mine
And I suppose I should be flattered
that I’m only fifty-nine
The truth’s clearly not cutting it
Of course they have to lie
So it seems that I now smoke
and I’ve become a Gemini
It’s certainly news I live in LA
and rate a ninety five percent score
Who knew I’ve now got kids
or that I might want more ?
It says I never smoke marijuana
so who ate all those Pringles?
I can’t wait to tell Ange, my wife
that apparently I’m single
Henry Normal
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