The app says: —I know it’s awkward to write a profile

And to tell the world how wonderful you are

So, let’s play a game of pretend,

and write as if describes you a friend

I puzzle:  —Which friends does it have in mind? 

The ones who long ago bid adieu

Because they had little to say kind? 

Or the ones whose friendship continue

Because, to my faults, they are generously blind?

A wise woman pinched me: —Are you out of your mind?

By friend, they really mean your wingman.

So, let him draw you… full of charm and flair…

an intellectual, a great dad, and a lover extraordinaire

—Yes, my wingman is great

But, how to say this, he tends to… exaggerate

The wingman said:

~~Stop it! You are not the boogeyman,

and I am not a snake oil salesman. ­

And I have heard some good things about you

from Ann, Suzanne, and Marianne.

Feeling the love in the air

and the summer breeze in my hair

(or whatever is left of it anyway),

I said, —OK then my friend, take it away.

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