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Sunday, November 7, 2010

A Poem


Read this blog and you will see
I'm not who I propose to be
Betty's just a name I use
So I can write whatever I choose
And as for him, the man I wed
I call him Dick...what more be said
He met a cheap and trashy tart
Slept with her and broke my heart
Lying was his strongest suit
And so he finally got the boot
I did it all with grace and class
The day I dumped his happy ass
So now he has his little whore
But I have freedom and much more
I hit him where it hurts the most
Forgive me if I tend to boast
I find the outcome kind of funny
'Cause all he ever loved was money
He worked and scrimped and saved a lot
But kept it hidden...or so he thought
His secret stash was locked away
For him to use some rainy day
He tried to keep it all from me
But not too well…I found the key
So in the end, one has to laugh
‘Cause he got her, but I got half

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey Betty...you go girl;
Betcha gave his head a twirl
Such a great poem written with glee
It sort of got the best of me
I've been dealt a hand similar in style
And I've been laughing all the while
You stay strong, and shake the dust, movin' forward is a must
Find the kind that you deserve, one with backbone and some nerve;
To treat you the way you ought to be; that's the message to you from me! Love ya!

SharonL said...

A cat with a middle finger just for Dick
which is appropriate for such a prick!
A trashy tart, a little whore
who but a cheating liar would want more.
He did not know he had the best
and a happy day will be when he is put to rest!


Six feet under that is, earthworms and beetles crawling through those beady little eye sockets in his ever vacant skull.

Jeanne/Jeanze said...

I despised him instantly,
And he, in kind, hated me.
That never abated over the years.
Everyone could see.
I'm so glad you are rid of him.
He never deserved your love.
I hope to God I have the chance
To tell him what to shove...
And where.
And how hard.
And that he chokes on it.

Ooops. I got so upset I stopped rhyming.

I will always hate the bastid.

Susan T Perry said...

Don't worry Tina...seems the same thing happened to Sharon!!

I just want to say:

I love the rhyming everyone
It makes me laugh
Its so much fun
To read a comment sent that way
Puts a smile on my face
That lasts all day

Thanks all.