Moving Day
It’s clear after this perfunctory bout,
I’m packin’ your things and you’re movin’ out!
On our first day we both made such grand vows,
now I hear you’re stepping out to carouse.
That Megan teen’s “preggers” and they say it’s yours;
how fast can I toss your butt through the doors?
You promised to love (in good times only?)
Megan’s folks are movin’; guess you’ll be lonely.
Think you’re the gold ring on all carousels?
Stick around, I’ll muster a few more decibels.
I’ll toss ya a bone; go fetch it Fido.
Keep running, don’t come home. That’s a no-no!
I’d expect loyalty from “man’s best friend”
Now scoot! I need a laugh from your back end.
*Written for Susan Burch’s “CHEATER, CHEATER” Contest.
October 24, 2011
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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