Domestic Meltdown
The problem is easy to see
You're no longer attractive to me
I can't stand the way
That every day
You clean your false teeth in my tea
Well you're scarcely better, my sweet
I'm ashamed when we walk down the street
The way that you leer
When you drop a Bronx Cheer
I no longer find that a treat
I saw you last Saturday week
With chutney encrusting your cheek
As if that weren't enough
You were out in the buff
And too hopelessly pickled to speak
So let's call a halt here and now
I've had enough bull from one cow
And let's not pretend
This isn't the end:
We do so enjoy a good row
Contributors: | Beefy, Ethetran, Roland, P, Karin, F. |
Poem finished: | 2nd July 2004 by Roland. |