"It takes more than a band aid plaster to mend a broken heart". Quote by Poet
I warned her not to steal my guy
but sadly this was not the case.
She's trouble and I won't deny
I warned her!
I found them naked at my place,
I'm seething I'm not gonna lie -
revenge is etched upon my face!
"I'll kill you both," I loudly cry
as I hit them with a bronze vase.
So now you'll know the reason why
I warned her!
Breaking up with one woman to be with another.
Oh dear, is the transition ever smooth? Well, not this one!
A lothario has bitten off more than he can chew.
Date written: 10/24/2021
hot burning affair
but he was part of a pair
wife became aware
ripping them off wants her share
family jewels left bare
By
David Kavanagh
When I told my girlfriend that I would give her a ring, I meant a telephone call.
She thought I was going to give her an engagement ring but I didn't mean that at all.
She told all of her friends and she even bought a wedding dress.
When she learned the truth, it turned out to be a horrible mess.
She burned all of my clothes and smashed my brand new guitar.
She shaved me bald while I slept and slashed the tires on my car.
She kicked me so hard in the crotch that I may not be able to father babies.
She gives new meaning to the word psychopath and I don't mean maybe.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, I learned the hard way that statement is true.
Don't tell your girlfriend that you'll give her a ring or the same might happen to you.
(This is a fictional poem.)
A single woman,
Wild and free,
Meets a man,
Who seems in desperate need,
Not wanting to be alone,
He meets this single woman,
But what he doesn't know,
Is hell hath no fury,
As this woman scorned,
Her heart torn apart before,
Things taken from her,
But holds her head still high,
In the miracle,
That she be blessed with a man,
From gods up high,
He approaches her,
As polite as can be,
Being a gentleman,
He no longer wanted her to be free,
Hell hath no fury,
Like a woman scorned,
To build up confidence,
And not be so torn,
Even being done wrong,
And took for granite,
You pick yourself back up,
Head held high,
And push through your life,
But scorn a woman,
Thats a big strive,
Not easy to trust someone else,
For the next person has to fight,
Just keep head held high,
Keep fighting and pushing,
Through your life...
Hell hath no fury like a woman with PMS.
It's that time of the month and I'm in distress.
I'm hiding in the bedroom and it's a good thing that the door is latched.
My wife poured a gallon of gasoline over my head and lit a match.
It's times like these that make me regret that I even know her.
When I asked what's for dinner, she came at me with a flamethrower.
My head and torso are covered with burns that are third degree.
She's trying to chop down the door, somebody please help me!
I need somebody's help and I'm prepared to beg.
I just jumped out the window and broke my legs.
When it comes to my wife's PMS, I never win.
I don't mind my injuries just as long as I never see her again.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Grey clouds take over, the once bright blue sky
waves are crashing in, sounds of the oncoming new tide
the rain pours down, as the sea moves in
the trees up routed, the grass worn thin
screams echoing, muffled in the wind
defy her fury, and this is what she will bring
dare not ask why, the answer u've heard it,
so there is no where to run no where to stay
wait a bright blue sky, disaster averted,
the missus got her own way
A love was forever lost as a woman is scorn,
Its the acts of betrayal that has her heart torn.
The victim of heartache and a man filled with deceit.
For all she gave him, her payment was lies and a cheat.
He took her heart and ripped it in two.
Now she has hatred for all, but a few.
She will never be able to trust again,
like she trusted way back then.
Her wall is up, never to be broken,
Love is something she doesn't want spoken.
At one time, the thought of him stole her breath,
Now when she thinks of him, there is only death.
To her, his soul is as dead as his eyes,
Too many acts of treachery and lies.
What goes around, must come again.
He'll be the one hurting then.