Till Death Do Us Part Poem by Allan James Saywell

I wrote the word dog
O n a piece of paper
Then I wrote it back to front
That is how I met God
He introduced me to a woman
Her name was bitch
I fell in love with bitch
She told me she loved me
So we went to a church called marriage
Where we fornicated
Till we produced little people
Called children
We loved them too death
We sent them too school
Where they learnt
They were better off with out us
So they replaced us
With drugs and music festivals
I still have my bitch
She still has her dog