Lousy Letter

I’m writing to you, my dear darling one To say life with you is no longer fun We laughed ‘til we cried, made love until sore But you’ve become just a great crashing bore Spontaneity has now up and died I can’t bear the thought of you by my side I know I should say this in person, not ink But distance is better, because, well - you stink! There’s no more to add, nothing else to do I’ll end this missive with a Toodleloo Written for Brian Strand's "My Dear" contest