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To Be Or Not To Be The End

When Mr Darcy brought my hand to his lips
Drenched in sweet longing before the scale tips
I, fraught with naivety and desire
Held trust cast into the furnace of mire

Dear friend, two offspring, a dog and a cat
In our fineries we waltzed to 'Take That'
Unbeknown to me, alas we were three
Lipstick etched upon my fine filigree

Teeth gnashing, I challenged indiscretion
He dismissed my genteel inquisition
Contact made with a bedpan appliance
Hence, now divorced in act of defiance

Dear reader, this ends with no tale of woe
On the dating app, I curtsey and go

Copyright © W J Clarke | Year Posted 2025

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Linda Alice Fowler Date: 7/15/2025 9:02:00 AM Another enjoyable read. Read through it twice. :) Login to Reply W J Clarke Date: 7/22/2025 3:07:00 PM Thank you very much Linda for your kind words and taking the time to read my work. It is very much appreciated:-)

Sam Kauffman Date: 1/31/2025 12:32:00 PM Congratulations on your win, WJ! You have told your story so succinctly yet so poetically with strong word choices and vivid expression! I love the last line as it show your resolution of this crushing situation. Off you go, indeed! Blessings for a new life! Login to Reply W J Clarke Date: 2/3/2025 12:08:00 PM Thank you so much Sam for your encouraging detailed comments and for taking the time to read my work. It really means a lot to me :-)

Craig Cornish Date: 1/16/2025 9:03:00 AM WJ - had me revisiting this write a few times - that's a good thing! Login to Reply W J Clarke Date: 1/16/2025 1:06:00 PM Thank you Craig. A really nice surprise and compliment. I really enjoyed crafting this one :-)