You brought me a present, why couldn't it be two, its a pretty green, my favorite color is blue
I remember when you gave me a diamond ring, I wished it were larger, not such a puny thing
Bought me a car all leather inside but beside a small scratch the tires are too wide
Took me out to a five star restaurant to dine, why did you select the wrong vintage of wine
I saw you working out in the yard, it would have looked nicer if you'd worked hard
You make good money but it's never enough, would working a second job be so tough
Our house has carpet, have you seen the neighbor's next door, let's buy one with a marble floor
Your love making, once fair, has become subpar, not nearly as good as our neighbor Renoir
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sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: October 10th, 2026 03:17
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Renoir, Renoir, I named you twice as I shot you down.
Then I realised you were doing me a favour.
I should have shot her instead when I found yous in bed.
Still, at least we've got rid of the carpet, though it was a chore rolling you out the door.
Now we've got a marble floor like your wife next door.
Thanks Paul for the read and bravo my friend for the addendum
Hello, Soren,
There is no pleasing some of the people all of the time, that said, hats off to Renoir. The rampant unsatisified - a miserable lot, spoiled to the hilt. Well done, Soren.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Thanks my friend for the review and comment yes some as the fisherman's wife in the old tale would not be content if they were made God.
Damned if we do and damned when we don’t! Truly no way of pleasing anyone 🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks my friend, so it is with some, you just have to please yourself.
In my marble living is missing a Renoir to add an impressionist touch ...It doesn't take much to please the simple man I am !
I'll have to look through some old magazines and see if I can find a picture of one I can send you. Thanks for the read my friend
Renoir. Such an Artist in the Bedroom.
That last line was such a good Jolt to the System when reading.
Enjoyed and a Fave.
Thanks so much Kevin for the read and comment it makes the writing worth while
A Pleasure to Read it .
Good write SB. Erm, did you co-write this poem with KP, complaining about me?! lol.
Thanks Orchi no I was thinking about the things you said about her and wrote it from your point of view. There has been no more mention of Botox lately
Woah wow scintillating fantastic poetic complaints!! It must be the POV of a lady, your lady or you made it all up eh to entertain with fine rhyme? Kudos!!
Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated.
Soren, I’d be wishing Renoir every happiness…and leaving him the restaurant bill. Let’s see how long before she asks why he isn’t Picasso! LOL! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks Tristan yes you are only as good as the last thing you do and even that is not good enough. Appreciate the review my friend.
Yea, no, Renoir can go ahead and keep the ungrateful ones. Nicely written
Thanks so much for the read and comment it means a lot
Some people just cannot be pleased soren but your words please me.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy that is most gratifying and you are appreciated my friend.
Some people are never grateful, satisfied or happy with what they have and always find the grass greener on the other side - beautifully depicted 👌
Thanks so much Nafisa your interpretation and read of this piece it means a lot my friend
You are Always welcome 🤗have a wonderful and productive week ahead 💐
I'm gonna sit on the fence .. I get the distinct feeling to sit, stand or lay otherwise might be somewhat painful .. this is one of them Ouchie's isn't it Squire ..
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