Disclaimer: the poem does not reflect the poet's views.
She needed to talk to him.
So she waited patiently.
She had tickets to a film,
But he was busy with his secretary.
She'd have been jealous of anyone else,
But the secretary was a guy.
So she judged her insecurities false,
And decided to give it one last try.
He came home drunk, smelly,
She was shocked to see him this way,
She had just switched off the tele,
When he told her he was gay.
She needed to think things through,
But by then her marriage was over.
She now lives alone on a hill,
With a lame dog named Drover.
She turned the radio on,
And guess what began to play,
George Micheal and then Elton John,
Looked like even the RJ was gay.
She cursed the world, And all it's men,
But, just as the end was to unfurl,
She found her love, no guesses when,
She fell in love with a girl.
Now they live together at Beverly Hills,
The entire block has, not even one Man,
Their mail comes to the box named ,"Susan and Stella Mills"
Right between the mail-boxes of Ellen And Lindsay Lohan.
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"Murder isn't usually this funny."
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