Disarmament Strategy Poem by John Sensele

'Mary, why are you spending so much time on Facebook?
Have you become a crook? '
Asked William
Who lost his jam.

'Harry, are you jealous
Or just callous?
What I do with my life
Is none of your fife.'

'I've seen posts from this guy
Who buys you a love pie.
I don't like it
Because it ain't neat.'

'Harry, go to hell
Because you're beyond the pale.
I gave you everything I could
And you behaved like wood.'

'Mary, now you're calling me names
To stake claims
To sainthood?
Don't tell me you're a saint, Rude.'

Harry slapped Mary.
'Rubbish you carry
And in rubbish you'll burn
Cos of the dirty money you earn.'

Mary's cooking stick
Snapped Harry's neck.
'Take that, laggard!
For me you've had no regard.'

'What's wrong, sadist
Harry, jealous of my new tryst?
You belittled me all along
Because you were dead wrong.'

'Mary, please forgive me
Although I couldn't see
The treasure in you
Until opportunities became few.'

'Harry, I've moved on.
No more chances for your ringtone
Because your time is over.
Let me enjoy my new lover.'

'Mary, as a Christian
You can't afford to ban
Me from all we've meant all along to each other.
I swear you can't get my kinda love from another.'

Mary got a diamond encrusted ring from her handbag
And with a swag
Threw it at Harry
'Harry, me you'll never marry.'