She wore blue tights on the Monday
Tuesday, it was green
Bright orange on the Wednesday
Thursday it was cream
I predicted black for the Friday
She wore skinny jeans
Hate that girl.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Humor
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That kind of leaves one in the blues if you know what I mean. Another fun read that digs deep into our need for predictability in life and assigning of blame when it doesn't happen.
Never bet on women. lol
I only bet on sure things Paul
Well said. Paul. I genuinely enjoy this poem, and yes, females, we can indeed be unpredictable.
Yes, to bright for dumb guys.
That pivot from color prediction to “skinny jeans” is the masterstroke here, Paul. The poem trains us to expect pattern and certainty…and then swerves. The irritation feels earned, not forced. Nicely done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Would have been cheaper involving her in the bet. lol
Most certainly! LOL!
Sharp, punchy, and unflinching—this hits like a daily dose of envy.
The humor sneaks in beneath the bite, making it sting just right.
Imagine trying to get into a woman's mind, how dumb was that.
Why o why she had to do that??
That's what I said, cost me twenty quid.
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