The poison only made me
throw up
all over my good
lace collar.
I was livid!
And there he was
the big girl's blouse
the merest scratch
of the knife
causing him to faint
fast away.
Romeo...Dimbo more like.
There was hell to pay
when our familiy found out
but they let us
marry that fateful day
& now fat
& fifity
love can go
to hell.
There was always three
people in this marriage.
He still carried a torch
for that Rosaland...bitch
so I went back
to Paris.
Love's young dream
turned into this Midsummer Night's Dream
and often I wished
either he or I
had died
that day
or that we had got
a better percentage
of the royalities
from that Shakespeare play
We got more
from our Reality TV Show
AT HOME WITH JULIE & HER ROMEO
or when I won
BIG BROTHER
and he won
CASTAWAY.
All's well that
ends well
so they say
(who's this 'they' that
says so?)
and I always open
my robe before I open the door
to that cheeky milkman
who always gives me
extra cream
with each delivery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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