His Yammer
Stricken by the yammer,
I decided to leave.
I'd rather be in 'The Slammer'
as he'd never drop to one knee'
I love you, I do,
but you must not pretend-
I am nothing, for you!
You know I don't contend!
So explain why you do this-
Why did I ever believe,
I could ever be your fair Miss?
Why couldn't YOU simply leave?
Copyright © John Walton | Year Posted 2014
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