Turn About
Your claims that you are virtuous are hard to reconcile
with the lurid stories told by victims of your guile.
Each one, in the beginning, considered you sublime,
an assessment always altered when they’d known you for a time.
All your avowed compacts of fidelity and marriage
voiced in times of passion in the backseat of your carriage
never were remembered in the glare of a new day.
Your women were like handkerchiefs—used, then thrown away.
All hope you’ll get your just deserts, with someone doing to you
what you have done to others—to first woo and then eschew you.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Good one! And I’m always happy to see someone NOT incorrectly spell it “just desserts”!
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I believe you were the one who educated me on that matter.
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OH WOW~! You quit pointing your finger at me, you know I am just a sweet little old man and it is all you “ladies” who are at fault~!
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Sam, it’s never about you and yet, somehow it’s always about you!! ;o) Guilty conscience, I guess.
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Yes, I am a busy little sucker but I admit that a lot of it is now relegated to my mind~!
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Good one 👍👍👍
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Is getting his “just deserts” like being staked out on a fire-ant hill in the blazing sun? 😉
Still, there is that willingness to swallow the lines without close examination of red flags that leads many a poor girl into the used hankie pile.
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