Saying Goodbye to my Clooney Dreams.
I say goodbye to my visions/Of marrying/George Clooney
Okay, so maybe/I wasn’t picking out a white gown/But rather/White sheets/And/Tiny/Under-wires
But still/Drooling over/Your buttoned up/Look/Even though/I’ll take/Buttoned down,/Unbuttoned/… Fuck the buttons
Ah, Clooney/Compared to a classic/Chanel suit/That’ll never go out of style
I remember you in ER/Dr. Ross/And that’s a given/Because everyone wants/A doctor… Ross
But I fell in love/During/One Fine Day/Wanted to take flight/With you/Up in the Air/Hunting chickens/With you,/The Fantastic/Mr. Fox
I envisioned us lasting forever/Well, forever in a sense/That I’ve got Google/And a pair of binoculars/And comfort comes/When I know it’s/Nighttime/In Hollywood/And you know,/Baton Rouge is like/Hollywood/Of the south
I don’t quite know/If I believe in marriage, Clooney/But I do believe in/Forever/And that’s why I believed in/You/Because George Clooney/Does not/Get/Married
Okay, so you’ve done it/Once/But we’re not counting it/George Clooney/Get’s Golden Globes/Dates chicks/Who’ve got/Golden Globes
Clooney gets/Quoted in magazines/Saying/“I will never marry again”
Clooney/Is a wax statue/A photo-op/A running joke/A common wish
Clooney looks/Good in a suit/Looks good by the pool/On a private jet/Looks good with gray hair
Clooney/Wears a bowtie/When he goes/Back on his word.
Ah, Clooney/You’re a motorcycle ride/To the sunset/A sip of champagne/I can’t quite afford
A vow/That I just can’t get/Right
Posted on May 7, 2014, in The Squeeze and tagged champs, dreams, engagement, George Clooney, Holly A. Phillips, How to Make Lemonade, humor, life, love, poem, poetry, single, sunset, wedding, wishes, writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.