Hunk Poem by Marie WardAlonge

As sweet as I am,
You can only hope to be plain old jam.
I prefer grape
But you don't have that good personality trait.

I wanted to roam the world and see the seas.
Just to think-I even wanted you to be with me.
Buy you a token.
Your love is broken.

When we would meet,
I would lose sleep.
I had feelings for you that ran knee deep.

You were my loving charm.
I thought you could do no harm.
I could not wait to be in your arms.
To lavish you with hot kisses,
But I discovered you had too many wishes.

You came and grabbed my sweetness.
For other women, you started showing your weakness.
I wanted to start fresh and new.
Too much interference, I found out it wasn't about just me and you.

I thought I could be your only candy.
I found out you were keeping me handy.
That wasn't dandy.

You made me feel subpar.
You had once made me feel like reaching for the stars.
My awakening was a blast!
It led me to conclude you had no class.

With all of your cheating,
You tried to mix it with a little beating.
However, you found out quick.
I wasn't having it.

I threw your clothes in the trash when you would not leave.
For that, you tried to make me bleed.
Treading carefully—you knew I had a strong family support.
You knew when push came to shove,
With you, my family wasn't thinking about court.

Many years later since we called it quit.
Probably, you are not about- bit.
Thinking back-you were such a perp.
Everybody except me knew you were a jerk.

I hope you have changed my one-time hunk.
Don't spend the rest of your life being a punk.
So long and farewell.
Someone else is ringing my bell.