A Sunday In Winter
It was a Sunday in winter
Her health was at risk
Discharged from the center,
Wind blowing quite brisk
She asked him to come
Take her home right away
But he was a bum
He couldn’t be swayed
It wasn’t convenient
So he said with a smirk
De-icing his car
Would be too much work.
She called Uber instead
While he went back to bed
And that’s when she knew
She was dating a jerk.
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