(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 'Juliet Lives To Rue The Day

The poison only made me
throw up

all over my good
lace collar.

I was livid!

And there he was
the big girl's blouse

the merest scratch
of the knife

causing him to faint
fast away.

Romeo...Dimbo more like.

There was hell to pay
when our familiy found out

but they let us
marry that fateful day

& now fat
& fifity

love can go
to hell.

There was always three
people in this marriage.

He still carried a torch
for that Rosaland...bitch

so I went back
to Paris.

Love's young dream
turned into this Midsummer Night's Dream

and often I wished
either he or I

had died
that day

or that we had got
a better percentage

of the royalities
from that Shakespeare play

We got more
from our Reality TV Show


or when I won

and he won

All's well that
ends well

so they say

(who's this 'they' that
says so?)

and I always open
my robe before I open the door

to that cheeky milkman

who always gives me
extra cream

with each delivery.

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