OkayI accept your
poetic challenge
next one will be on a house wife
one who is nagging,55
most of the while
your tummy is so big
tis like you were ninth month in
your beard so thickly grown
your unshaven face a rascal's
gosh smelling foul mouth
use some sweetened toothpaste
O horror your nose
you pick
like a chameleon
what errors did I make
when I gave unto you,
youthful mistake
all gals grant you
I vow never to remarry you
if I return your way again
so get out of my sight
give me your purse
divorce I shan't give you
nothing could be worse
I shall deny you myself
that'll be the best award
you dare a woman
man
now get lost
else the judge dastard misery
does so lavishly reward
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why so much rage..and anger...have peace of mind....Good poem dear poet/////