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09/25 Forgot My Wallet

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Unfriendly Feast...

Forgot my wallet yet again,
I hear him saying; my old friend.
Steak and shrimp, a bottle of wine.
Damn it, yet another time!

No such thing as going Dutch,
I like him still, but not as much.
One more time, I foot the bill,
My wife stares; if looks could kill!

Never again, I make a vow.
I plan to stop; but not right now.
No more invites, will I accept,
the free ride's over, my wife's upset.

Forgotten wallets put aside,
my wife has comments; a little snide.
I won't forget the way she said;
If it weren't for us, you'd starve, be dead.

Now, the night has gone kapoot,
I give our friendship a quiet boot.
My wife is glad, we're no longer mates
We'll be too busy, for new dates.

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Region, Country: New York State - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Poe, Emily Dickenson, Robert Frost, Shakespeare, and many of the poets here at Neopoet.

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neopoet

neopoet

1 week 2 days ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem uses a narrative structure to explore the dynamics of friendship, obligation, and marital partnership through the recurring motif of forgotten wallets and unpaid debts. The rhyme scheme is consistent and generally effective, employing simple end rhymes (AABB) that support the poem’s conversational tone.

The poem’s humor is rooted in the speaker’s exasperation and the wife’s pointed reactions. The use of colloquial language (“Damn it,” “kapoot,” “give our friendship a quiet boot”) adds to the informal, relatable voice. The poem’s pacing is brisk, aided by short lines and stanzas, which mirrors the mounting frustration of the speaker.

There are moments where the rhythm becomes uneven, particularly in lines such as “No more invites, will I accept, / the free ride's over, my wife's upset.” The syntax here is somewhat awkward, which disrupts the flow. Consider rephrasing for clarity and smoother meter.

The poem’s emotional arc is clear: initial tolerance gives way to irritation, culminating in a decisive break. The wife’s role is both comic and catalytic; her “if looks could kill” and final snide comment provide a sharp counterpoint to the speaker’s indecision. The poem might benefit from more vivid imagery or sensory detail to deepen the emotional impact.

The ending, “the night has gone kapoot, / I give our friendship a quiet boot,” employs humor but relies on cliché and a forced rhyme. Exploring alternative phrasing could yield a more original and resonant conclusion.

Overall, the poem effectively conveys its narrative and emotional trajectory, but could be strengthened by refining rhythm, varying diction, and incorporating more concrete detail.

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Rula

Rula

1 week 2 days ago

Thank you sir

For the grin 

I like him yet not that much!

I thought a more consistent rhymes would help the story more as well as some punctuation and so to clear who said what.

Saying that however I'm sure you got to do something to satisfy the upset wife.

Thank you for sharing!

Geezer

Geezer

1 week 2 days ago

Thank you...

for your as always, kind comments, and critique. Glad to get that smile!  ~ Geez.

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William Lynn

William Lynn

1 week 2 days ago

Forgot

Darn if that doesn't sound like a very familiar and recent situation. Thanks for reminding me, I guess.

I did enjoy the poem and the reminder, which I will now try to forget.

Fun poem. - Will

Geezer

Geezer

1 week 2 days ago

Thanks Will...

Sorry to have touched upon a sore subject, but I'm glad that you enjoy the poem. I hope that the scoundrel is sorry to have lost a friend, rather than a meal ticket. ~ Geez.