I Will Call Her Diane

This lovely poem is written in honor of my friend.
I will call her Diane, a friend dear to my heart.
It is not her name, but I am retaining her anonymity.
After her husband had an affair, it tore her apart.

This poem is actually in honor of him, the lying, snaking, 
thieving flim-flam-flimity.
If I knew his name I would say it, loud and tall.
Both names and his city, outing him nicely, and easily, with femininity.
I have no loyalty or love for him after all.

Slap her, kick her, pinch her, beat her.
Slap her, whack her, kill her, cheater.
Get out of her life, once and for all.
If we friends catch you, you will surely bawl.

You’ve done more than your share, you horrible rounder, you waste of space.
Of hurting a whole family. Your darling children are crying.
Your in-laws pick up the pieces that you have thrown out of place.
She will do much better now, without your cheating and lying.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Ann Avatar
January 13, 2019 at 4:05 PM
Diane maybe my spirit animal, love this Caren :)
Krutsinger Avatar
January 14, 2019 at 8:01 AM
Thank you Rebecca. I have a girlfriend who has a crew of close friends who sat on their girlfriend's porch holding saucepans and spatulas as weapons, waiting for the cheating husband to stop his truck. He saw them, and kept on driving, probably greatly afraid.
Y. Avatar
January 13, 2019 at 3:51 PM
Hi Caren, It's soo sad when families our torn because of infidelity. It may not seem like it now but your friend off without him. In time she heal . And possibly in time find her true mate. Like M.L said below you told him and whacked him-Alexis
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January 14, 2019 at 8:02 AM
I want to whack them all - and the mothers who tell the CHILDREN "your dad is sleeping with blah-blah-blah." I am sorry you are hurting, but do you have to burden them?
Kiser Avatar
January 13, 2019 at 1:22 PM
"Pow! Right in the kisser." Ralph Kramden in "The Honeymooners". Ya got him!
Krutsinger Avatar
January 13, 2019 at 2:22 PM
I know. I went after him and got him. You do know the story of him walking in, throwing his hat on the couch and saying "Honey, I am home," twenty years after getting disillusioned with number 2, and number 1 took him back, right? I truly hope this is a MYTH!
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