Divorce Poem by John Wathen

The lines are drawn, let battle commence,
lets see who will win the fray.
Both sides equal, attack and defence
only one can win the day.

Solicitors gather like vultures
to pick the carcass clean,
to wound with words like daggers,
each wound more obscene.

Casualties mount on both sides,
with each side losing ground.
A sudden thrust! A cut inside,
the hero has been downed.

And from the midst of battle,
strides the lovely heroine
she surveys the field around her
where only she could win.

With many mixed emotions,
with the hero on the floor.
She enjoyed the bloody battle,
she'll enjoy the spoils of war.

Yes the battles lost, the hero's down,
no more to fight this day.
He lost his head, he's lost his crown,
they left him where he lay.

yes the battle lines were drawn
with to sides taking part,
to the heroine a trophy,
the hero's broken heart.

Divorce court is the battle ground,
the hero feels the pain,
but like some Phoenix from the ashes
he'll rise to fight again.