Threw Me Over the Cliff

Threw Me Over the Cliff Maybe I might drop by for a while Tell incredible stories that could beguile Or at times being truth seeming to say One more great poem for I will pray. How about poem where I took a chance Like the time I tried to make romance To some sweet thing I never knew before Who thought I was being dull and a bore. I even wrote a poem for her to read After we had done the dirty deed And when I went to put on my pants Over at me she took another glance. What would my poem possibly be about? A whale who water out would spout Up into air in ocean near a deserted isle While I was going through a period of denial. It was then that she finally did discover That I preferred and loved another And when of her had taken one last whiff She went and threw me over the cliff. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran