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!
