Undressing Swine
For soon it will be the hour
When bobolinks sing
And their necks I will wring
Yes, I know that my mood is sour
I really must drink some wine
And tally the things that are mine
As I begin this divorce
I'll follow a course
That will leave him exposed as a swine!
I really must change my address
My dear home he's made quite a mess
Spilled beer everywhere
Had Cher over there
As well as the creature from Loch Ness
Contributors: | F, Karin. |
Poem finished: | 31st August 2003. |