Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
I deeply hate you
Mary had a little lamb
It’s fleece was white as snow
I wish you would divorce me
You really have to go
Amazing grace
How sweet the sound
You once were sweet to me
Your voice it hurts
Your touch is rough
Like sandpaper can be
Five fat sausages
Sizzling in a pan
Threw it in his face
And his nose went bang
Remember remember the 5th of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot
We had our own fireworks
Divorce is what we got.
This poem is dark, humorous, sad, and honest all at once. Great work.
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Many thanks Gabby.
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