Dare Not Linger Poem by Jude Fuhnwi

It got me like a stinger
And left me a stranger
Oh yes, it's me - the messenger
Who never failed the astringer
Not least the harbinger.

Argh, it changes everything, infringer!

Now, almost lost in spiritual life
Without hope of a quiet life
It's time to face my lovely wife
Not to justify, but face her knife
After nightlife with that lowlife.

And, it wasn't always so with wife.

Alas, minger!
You just are a cringer
Dare you not linger
To feign the singer
And bite another finger.