Hate is a four-letter-word that I just hate hearing
Worse than words thought worse, considered swearing
What I really, truly hate more than anything, however
Is when I lose my temper -- something I should never do ever
They say a decent person only sins when he's overcome
By a spirit of nonsense; better he be struck dumb
For sin is one thing; temper's altogether quite another
As the latter's consequences can for a lifetime matter
Lose your temper once with a child; you may have ruined that child's life
And never ever lose your temper with your darling wife
The Bard's dictum of 'Hell hath no Fury like a woman scorned'
You'll soon understand, wishing you had never been born
Hate is an awful thing; may from the world it forever cease
But losing one's temper's worse, turning man into beast
May 06, 2019
Entry: 'It Really Gets me Going' contest
Sponsor: Brian Shaw
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...
Sitting in the classroom
Staring through half-closed eyes
Your voice is surrounding me
A lover in disguise
Your fingers lace through mine
Forbidden, what a rush
And to think that just two years ago
You were nothing but a crush
Your lips on mine taste so sweet
I can never get enough
Hidden in your classroom
We speak the words of love
The school year passes by
No one suspects a thing
A crazy whirlwind romance
Too long to be a fling
You can't forget the consequence
If we were soon discovered
I can't seem to let you go
The deepest love I have uncovered
I'm content as I lie in your arms
But teacher you're so distant
"We can't do this anymore" you whisper
My life is over in an instant
Called into the headmaster
I'm sorry that I told
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
Our story now unfolds
Two long years of desire
Attraction, love and heat
Are now slowly disappearing
As I watch you from my seat
Please understand I had to tell
Because you broke my heart
Nothing else made sense you see
Love never made me smart
I watch you as you're led away
And everything goes grey
Understand I loved you
And think of you every day
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