Thursday 1 July 2010

Now, you're a poem

I didn’t see this one coming
He hit me broadside with a text
Thanks for the fun, take care, it said
I was oooh just a little bit vexed

I’m glad he had fun
I don’t think I did
We had unfinished business
He had two kids

A careless instruction from a man who doesn’t
Oooh they make me cross these boys
A rogue and a scoundrel he is in his eyes
Next time perhaps a blow up toy?

He thinks he’s been honest and all above board
But a person can trick without saying a word
I deleted his number
I turned off my phone
For now, I’m truly much better alone

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