Resorts of the Frightfully Lonely

Tabitha penned as-you-are invitations

To whoever found them, with no expectations

And left them in randomly-chosen locations

Archibald practised his asseverations

Of love — or just friendship — with crisp intonations

In every language from all the world’s nations

Sarah attempted, through keen observations

Combined with a host of abstruse calculations

To amplify her (very shy) intimations

Terry applied for bizarre occupations

Hoping his “What do you do?” explanations

Might lead to romantic (or some) complications

Cathy produced deftly-styled installations

And packed them with all sorts of rich implications

In hope that she’d rise in someone’s estimations

Jonathan’s numerous defenestrations

(Though never from seriously high elevations)

Were all a result of his lone enervations

Emma would institute brisk confrontations

Then, just as quick, offer up kind exculpations

In hope they’d appreciate her ministrations

Peter had classified all situations

In which he might fruitfully start conversations

To better prevail over his hesitations

Teresa devised quirky new exclamations

To cause, when in crowds, a whole slew of sensations

Sparking off smiles, kind remarks, brief elations

Pavel would enter into disputations

(If needed, he’d start one, with false imputations)

To voice, in some way, to some one, his frustrations

And these are just some of the manifestations

(Pinning poor people in sad constellations)

Of loneliness’s manifold variations