Honeypot
She would sit before the mirror for hours and hours
Like so many trying to escape self-built ivory towers
Money splashed out easily on make up and hair
She can’t feed her child but she doesn’t care
She just wants a man she can trap in her lair
The imagined prince who just might not be there
So she settles for a fella with her false charms
Like a mantis she will welcome him into her arms
The fatter the wallet the greater the attraction
She’s the honeypot asking for the action
Offering her nectar for their satisfaction
Her hopes are now beginning to fail
She knows she’s getting older and eventually frail
Now it’s harder for her to succeed in her game
Her pictures faded and she’s changed her name
Her child is still hungry but love is being denied
Does she realize she’s the one taken for a ride
Offering false hope to share her bed at night
They seek only gratification not her delight
Once used she can be discarded with ease
As they swiftly move to others who please
She plays the honeypot attracting with lies
But all that she attracts are the wasps and flies
Copyright: David Hopcroft April 2024
Park Bench Tales and other writings 