A Dedication

An (in) verse transgression

Some lost labor of love.

There were few before you

And some above.

My love's a cliche,

You were such a bore;

I am glad it's over

Before we became a family of four.

Our hearts are broken

My hand's sore

I was always fond of sex

But turning you on was such a chore.

Perhaps I shouldn't be funny

For heartbreak's such a bitch.

 But now that I really think about it

You were just an itch.

I have already found someone

And I easily turn her on

She's witty and charming

We even watch porn.

This is a sub standard poem

Meaningful phrases are few

But it doesn't seem odd

For it's dedicated to you!