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A Valentine's Day poem for you

by Angie Jenkins

You think you're oh so debonair
With pretty blues and luscious hair
But you are just a derrière -
No wonder your words are shit!
I used to think you were my sun
Until I found that each woman
Wishes she could hold a gun
Each time she heard your "wit."
I'm temporarily insane
With only you, my dear, to blame
For it is you that I disdain
More than any of the rest.
So 'tis time, my love, to say adieu
I now need nothing more of you
Never been so glad our days are through;
Too bad you've already lost the best!
But before I leave, let's raise a glass
To such a perfect, pristine ass
I apologize if I am crass
But please do not dismay
Because of you, I'm onto greater things,
and loving the gifts that each day brings
And I will be the one who SINGS
On this "Singles Awareness Day."

02/15/2013

Posted on 02/15/2013
Copyright © 2022 Angie Jenkins

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/30/13 at 05:24 PM

Fine way of writing/righting things, Angie. It's been said the best way to get revenge is to live well, and it sounds like you're doing exactly that here.

Posted by Jody Pratt on 05/13/14 at 05:07 AM

This is a perfect description of this guy.

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