I ate your dinner out of spite
for you came home late the other night
and on your shoulder I could see
a make up smudge, but not from me.
So tell me, who’s this mystery blond
at whom you’ve waved your magic wand?
And does she know what she is getting?
(Not at all, I don’t mind betting).
For despite your charm and kind demeanour
(we know that hindsight’s always keener)
You really are not such a catch
In fact, you don’t come up to scratch.
You’re lazy, mean and bad in bed
And many times I’ve wished you dead.
But I no longer need to wonder
where you are (and who you’re under)
As you can see, I didn’t eat
your favourite pud, made as a treat.
so help yourself, I dare you to.
Because I dipped it in the loo.
Serious subject matter, but laugh out loud funny. I didn’t know you were a gifted poet, Colette. Another one of your many talents. π
Oh I’m so not! this is only the second time it’s happened to me – but since Sunday I have not been able to stop these nonsense rhymes – I must have about 20 by now and they just keep popping into my head – it’s annoying and amusing at the same time!
It’s your muse at work. My poetry was like that from the time I was 12 until last year when I was seriously ill. It went away and I missed it terribly. Now it’s coming back in little spurts. I do hope you post more. I truly love this one. π
Love it!
Very good….hope it’s not about the painter…and your ok
Fortunately not! I just seem to be producing rather a lot of these little pieces lately – but they are not particularly autobiographical – thank heavens!
So glad…your obviously good at this cos i believed and felt every word!compliment !
ABSOLUTELY FABBYDABBYDOOBILOUS! You have talent. LIKE π
Oh thank you so much! so pleased you like it – am so flattered!
Is it about my ex husband?
I think so – I think it’s about all of our exes!
Brilliant! Unfolds like a murder mystery, until the final word. Them’s pretty cool dolls too. π