Divorcing her or him can cause wounds
In the hearts deeply , while reminding some
Verses shared on the same bed at nights
Or after taking dinners ...as the great
Relationship will be off line for longtime,
Cutting off links with the one you loved on this
Earth , memories hunt divorcees for long periods.
Categories:
divorcees, divorce, imagery,
Form: Acrostic
What is it about American divorcees
and the British Royal Family?
Alas it never ends well.
The Duke and Duchess of woke!
Harry, what were you thinking?
Harry, what have you become?
Harry, Why? Why? Why?
Harry, she’s no Princess Di.
After Michelle and Hillary and Nancy
your precious commoner bride
is the most insufferable bit-ch.
Harry, you are a spoiled brat!
Harry, you are an entitled prat!
Harry, on the Queen you shat!
Harry, Why? Why? Why?
Harry, she’s no Princess Di.
And now we have the big interview
with that infuriating Oprah
so poor Meghan Debacle can tell
us all how misconceived she is,
and how victimised she is
by her haters and her tormentors.
Girl, what a narcissist you are.
Girl, what a diva and what a liar.
Spare us all your fake tears!
Spare us all your fake fears!
Spare us your racist tales!
Spare us your lectures and rails!
God save the Queen from you
and that ginger whinger too!
O Harry, Why her? Why?
O Harry, Why? She’s no Princess Di.
Written: March 2021
Wrote this 18 months ago
but after recent pod casts
I just couldn’t help myself.
Categories:
divorcees, betrayal, family, princess,
Form: Rhyme
Clutching golden rings
The divorcees sign the end
Of a bad divorce
The stranger arrives
Grasping the death sentences
The locals refuse
Troops converge with drums
Signaling to the vultures
That prey has arrived
Categories:
divorcees, death, divorce,
Form: Haiku
All blondes wear diamond rings and drive Mercedes so old.
All brunettes wear green straw hats and plant marigolds.
All tall people play golf on Saturdays and are Methodists winkers.
All Americans are overweight donut-eating, chocolate milk drinkers.
All Africans wear their hair in braids, and despise tattoos of a girl.
All Mexicans like hot taco sauce and dance in a frenzied whirl.
All old people want to be young, and resent their mother.
All only children want siblings, wishing they had a brother.
All men want a crazy, out-of-control woman in their bedroom.
All divorcees want to marry a millionaire who is not full of gloom.
All Republicans want a dictator to be president who is angry and blue.
All liberals want to give free food to the undocumented, and do.
The minute you think of people as a group of “all” you are wrong.
Please memorize this poem, and sing it as a song.
If you cannot see this by now, then I must join the throng.
For I have written this poem entirely wrong.
Categories:
divorcees, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme