The Nastiest Woman Alive - Poem by Rik Bertrand
Today was the day of all terrible days,
One that was bad in so many ways.
It started with meeting the nastiest woman alive,
And from there it just took a deep end dive.
This lady was terrible, mean, and downright rude,
Every word from her mouth was dark oil crude.
She rambled and mumbled and pitched a damn fit,
All because she had nowhere to sit.
She spit when she spoke and coughed in my face
And wiped her dirty hands on all our fine lace.
I wanted to strike like a cobra on mouse,
But I couldn't stoop that low to get rid of the louse.
The witch finally left and my nerves were all shattered.
Its funny to think though, what she said never mattered.
But I hit the wall with my little fist, and there is now a hole.
Sorry but I had to do it, it was for my righteous sole.
REB (MARCH 2012) because Erin met the nastiest woman
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