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The ex wife and husband 


A man comes to me
Last Saturday early
He said some tells him
That you write poetry

I was surprise so I said
 I put a few words together
Bout green eyes and ice-cream
 Love and the weather

Said he want me to write
 Something mean but subdue
For his ex wife who cheat on him
And took all his wealth too

So I took out my book
Ready with pen in hand
And as he says it I will 
Write it down the best I can

You were my lover, my friend
Then you become my wife
But I did not know marrying you 
Would of screw up my life

We use to hug in bed
 And Fell asleep dreaming
Now when i see you in my dreams
I wake up screaming

Use to love to hear you talk 
When you give me advice
Now to silence your voice
I will pay any price

So I stop and said to him
Man this is very hash
He says just write it
Will give you five hundred cash

Kind, beautiful sexy
Intelligence smoking hot
These are just a few of the things
That you are not

Roses are red 
And violets are blue
My bank book is empty 
All because of you

Use to feel safe 
When in your embrace
Now I rather look at
 Mr. Bean’s funny face

You have a deceiving smile
Never seen it in your eyes
You were very good 
At covering up your  lies

You use to smell so nice
Fragrance so sweet 
Now I rather smell 
Al Bundy shoe from his feet


I hope that you understand
These words I am try to tell
The meaning of it is
Hope you go straight to hell

Now I put down my pen
Mister I can’t write this stuff
 Not going any further
This is enough

So he takes the poem
Put the money in my hand
And as he walk out the door
I think strange man

Some people does be in love so much
Can’t get their hearts fill
Then in comes disrespect
And the relationship gets kill

Some love last a few months
And some love will never dies
Just like my love 
For a girl with green eyes

Then my door bell rang 
And there a lady stands
She said you write poems
Need one for my ex husband

So another five hundred
Holding in my hand
Ok lady tell me the poem
 The best that you can
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