I Have A Complaint! Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

I have a complaint!
After we first did aquaint
I thought you might be my patron saint
then found out you ain't

I showed constraint
as your voice grew so feint
when our friendship you did taint
then in a corner, yourself you did paint
and subsequently pretended to faint

No use in trying to repaint
your excuses so hollow and quaint
the lies you embelish and impaint
so I'll draw you a note in red fingerpaint
'I think its best we disaquaint'


© James T. Adair