Silly but sincere Pt. 3 How not to get a date at match dot com

Kind cute considerate but confused creative craftsman, prolific poet….seeks?

Indy car chauffeuse, adventurous librarian, helicopter aviatrix, lady oilcatter, erudite ecdysiast, or…fill in the blanks!

Don’t know if you’ve read my prior wild weird spiels,
But I promise you this: I’m trying to get real

Tried many approaches, all things under the sun
Still seeking my goddess, so I’m back to square one

Need more strata-gems for gals who are looking
So, put back the pot on the stove for slow cooking

I’ve got many interests, but can doubt myself
I’ll let my mate mold me -- or just stay on the shelf

About basic needs you need never panic
I save, plan and list; I’m a real good mechanic

Hey, google Pygmalian and you’ll come to learn
This guy Liza Doolittle needs your feminine charm

I’m a one woman man, no way I’m a player
But I can accept, sometimes gals like to wander

Some say my weight’s low, my sideburns too long
I might shave and bulk up if you sing the right song

My age is not really one hundred two one:
I’m as old as the hills and the sun is my son

Still can remember smoky steam-loco trains
And propellers, round engines, on the wings of airplanes

I take lots of photos and write music too
Stored on USB drives I’ve got up the wazoo

From time to time, suffer creative blockage
Can be cured quick by ladies in black silk stockings

To this cyberspace I’m no come-lately-Johnny,
Learned HTML near the start of the party

I believe in Kris Kringle, God and Planet Pluto
My favorite ballhawk? Yankee shortstop Rizzuto

My late Aunt’s a green ghost who lurks in my trees
And sings “katy-did” till the hours are wee

And lately it seems I wake up at five-thirty
Weird words in my head like the song of a birdy

‘Cos here in the springtime, things come on in a rush
Orioles, cherry trees and one hermit thrush

My tree house surrounded by moccasin orchids
Is not safe for rotweilers, nor buzzards, nor some kids

Its got a thirty foot long living room
And a propane gas oven that starts with a boom

Insides could use dusting; the siding needs bleaching
I designed it and built it it – ya think overreaching?

Got so many feeders its like hummingbird nation
(I work hard at writing and stock speculation)

The suction cup soap dish in the shower keeps falling
(Well, just use the shelf and quit all of your bawling)

Must wind up this story, have to cease this polemic
Gotta go get some breakfast before I’m hypo-glycemic

I’m seeking a deal that is perhaps platonic
What the heck -- let’s try moronic, satanic, demonic,

Chemistry’s curious, you just can’t predict
What truly will happen when lives interdict

I’m hoping these mere words will bring Lady Luck
‘Cos watching the Derby solo sorta s*cks

Now all this vain strutting’s a mere peacock pose
From a writer entombed beneath layers of prose

For, behind all this rhyme stands just a sole man
Who’s trying to live life the best way he can.