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I left Mabel to look after the plumber

A token of my trust in one so new

My ex-girlfriend rang on the land line

And Mabel saw red, her fuses blew

 

When I got home the bathroom was smashed

My new peach bidet lay in bits on the floor

No sign of Mabel, just her handiwork

And a bathroom with blood on the door

 

We think we know someone but don't

Jealousy with their reason can make hay

Its wiser to see to the plumber yourself

And not jeopardize your new bidet

 

I never envisaged such a violent temper

From someone so sweet and demeure

When the plumber returned to do the repair

He said she'd scared him with that stare

 

We think we know someone but dont

Jealousy with their reason can make hay

Its wiser to see to the plumber yourself

Rather than jeopardize your new bidet

 

I try not to think of her, I saw Mabel no more

Now when I use the bidet I lock the door

 

We think we know someone but dont

Jealousy with their reason can make hay

Its wiser to see to the plumber yourself

And not jeopardize your new bidet

 

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Shifa Maqba

Mon 27th Jul 2020 14:08

The biting wit and melancholy of the last two lines perfectly wraps your poem up. Stunningly creative!

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