The Ex-Wife
just a little ditty about my life with my ex :o)
I Shudder at the pictured scene.
Where soon the ex doth haunt imperious man.
Where they affect towards so dismal hearts.
Invoke thier will to tear apart.
The soul and all the worldly goods.
That maketh man in fatherhood.
That all they own, the ex must have.
No matter what they`ll forsake.
Until finally our backs they do break.
When all is gone and said and done.
They cry with joy at what they`ve done.
Soon all is lost in forgotten dismain.
Then it starts all over again.
They will not let you live in peace.
Until every drop of blood is gone.
They pick and pick at your fleece.
Then Cry "Hooray we`ve won".
Paul Ellis Davies
Copyright ©2006 Paul Ellis Davies
