Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned
When I told my girlfriend that I would give her a ring, I meant a telephone call.
She thought I was going to give her an engagement ring but I didn't mean that at all.
She told all of her friends and she even bought a wedding dress.
When she learned the truth, it turned out to be a horrible mess.
She burned all of my clothes and smashed my brand new guitar.
She shaved me bald while I slept and slashed the tires on my car.
She kicked me so hard in the crotch that I may not be able to father babies.
She gives new meaning to the word psychopath and I don't mean maybe.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, I learned the hard way that statement is true.
Don't tell your girlfriend that you'll give her a ring or the same might happen to you.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2017
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