After a three bad relationships with women,
to my astonishment, one day my friend David
introduced me to a life size rag doll he bought
on Etsy that he said was his girlfriend named Wanda.
At first, I thought he was joking. I really did.
But then I saw he was freakin’ serious.
I didn’t make fun of him or judge him, but
I truly thought he had gone a little crazy.
I thought in time he met a nice lady
whose love would heal his broken heart,
and he’d ditch that hideous rag doll Wanda
and become normal again.
That was ten years ago; he’s still with Wanda.
They’re still an item.
Kiddingly, I said to him after all these years,
when are you going to pop the question?
He said I already did and showed me an engagement
ring on a chain around Wanda’s neck.
I know this sounds crazy, but I agreed to be his
best man at his upcoming wedding.
And what the hell. If he can find love
and happiness in a rag doll, why not.
And, Dave, seeing that I’ve been
woman-less for some time , bought me
one of those Etsy rag dolls, Zelda,
but it didn’t work out. She wasn’t my type.
Bob Boyd