February 11, 2008

the short history of a failed union

the short history of a failed union

I took my love out on a date, and there we shared some abalone.
I gave my love a rose-like flower; she said it was an agrimony.
I gave my love a ring of silver (but it was really antimony).
My love told me that she'd be true, but it was merely sanctimony.
I asked my love to marry me, and so we had a ceremony.
She said "I do," and I did too; I guess you'd call that matrimony.
My love and I, we had a fight, and it devolved to acrimony.
She got a lawyer, so did I, and then we both gave testimony.
She got her way and in the end I had to pay her alimony.
Which means of course that my poor kids will never get their patrimony.

One of my writing goals for 2008 is to write at least one light verse or poem every week in addition to my haiku wednesday and fiction friday posts. I will try to do this on Mondays.


Blogless Troll said...

This is great! Very funny.

Chris Eldin said...

That's very nice! Very clever!!!

(I'm linking you as "Peanut" Well, maybe something better later, but PJD sounds close to PBJ, and Peanut for short)

Maria Dudley said...

Love it! (that is, if it really is just a poem...)

Robin S. said...

Hey Pete,

I saw your comment re: the circus.
Not only are you a talented writer-you're a precious man.

PJD said...

Thanks, all! Yes, it's just a poem, no need to worry, sweetie.

And thanks for the shout-out, Robin.