Tuesday, January 25, 2011

rhyming poem

 
To leave two wives
In pursuit of baser drives
And two sets of cats
Just like that
What a poor cohort
Who offers no support

O big-cheeked damsel –
Unlike me, still menstrual ­–
With my former mate
Think twice before you propagate
Lest he leave you high and dry
Tending to his infant’s cry

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