I once dated a Woman who was called Margaret Radd,
And she had an obsession that had grown rather bad.
She collected Magazines; had a thousand or more;
They stretched to the Ceiling and littered the floor.
When she filled up the Attic, the Basement would do;
The Bedroom was cluttered; and even the 'Loo'.
Editions on Beauty, Fashion and Art;
The subject unknown that's not dear to her Heart.
With : Harper's Bazaar' and some rich 'Vanity Fair' ;
'Cosmopolitan' 'Alure' and the Chic 'Marie Clair'.
Magazines from all decades Glossy or Plain;
Small wonder the shelves could carry the strain.
A Mountain of such could be seen in the Shed;
A Monument of sorts to a craving well fed.
For I once dated a Woman who was called Margaret Radd;
But I ended the affair for all the ISSUES she had.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 20th, 2025 19:13
- Category: Humor
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Comments1
Clever writing it sounds like one of the issues she had was hoarding. Very nicely penned. Enjoyed it
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