Rude Poem by H Seeking

Break my heart
Stamp it and prod it
Over and over again
Tenderise the meat
Salt it and pickle it
One day it will be neat

Chop it all up
Sew it again
Then get out the scissors and rend
Beguile my brain
Mesmerise it silly
And then one day whoosh disappear

Teach me your manners
I need to learn
To leave mid-sentence andfeign
Use you highest heel
The sharpest boot
Stomp all over

The soul was just waiting
For such a boar
Make sure when you leave
You bang the bloody door
I assure you my dear
I won't feel sore