Have I got the balls to end this marriage?
When I know the answer I’ll let you know.
The trouble is, notwithstanding the rage
I sometimes feel inside and sometimes show,
I’m just too nice, and where do nice men go?
Nowhere, that’s where. Of mice and men you’ve heard,
And if I don’t cut this tie, say hello
To a mouse that roared, when pecked by a bird.
I left yesterday with a heated word
About nothing; neither would disengage
From frosty hostilities. Deep in snow
Lies the relationship that she interred.
But though I know this, can I act my age
And do what I want, in spite of her ‘No’?
Sat 5 Jan 2008
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