Lose A Guy In 10 Days Poem by Sandra Black

Tie him to the post
Make him your worst roast
Then begin to boast
If that doesn't work
Make him eat burnt toast

You could of course sing
And that would tears bring
But a deaf man is no good
When you hand him the mitten
He would still be sadly smitten

You could be bad in bed
And then make him see red
When his efforts are wasted
No orgasmic shouts of delight
Trust me twill be a sorry sight

His will be the saddest plight
When you fail to take flight
On his web of lies
Or his magic carpet of disguise
He will then be easy to prise

Slowly but surely
The scales begin to fall
This babe will no longer be my moll
He will be out in a jiffy
And you are back to your hallowed life of comfy