She donned her wafflestomper shoes
and strode towards the distant hills:
a walk was sure to cure the blues,
to dry her tears, forget the bills.
She spent the day enjoying life
and realised she would survive -
although no longer called his wife,
no need for death; she'd stay alive.
Returning home, her head held high,
she saw her ex and blacked his eye.
Categories:
wafflestomper, divorce,
Form: Rhyme