[Original version]

 

Monday, I played with her clitoris

Thumbed the little bump of her bliss

Asked politely for a certain type of kiss

Tuesday, told her everything was fine

Watched her dance through the fug of red wine

Hung clothes up outside on the line

Wednesday, cut her hair with a knife

Said I would make her my wife

Not thinking it would be for life

Thursday, she wrote me a song

and sang it for a little too long

Something about love being strong

Friday, we dined at the Ritz

The swordfish gave me the shits

Now our love is in bits

Saturday, was full of remorse

On paper I wrote down divorce

Doodled a large curly-haired horse

Sunday, I met someone new

She said is that really you?

I said hello to wife number two

 

 

What started out as a daft throwaway thing is slowly changing through rewrites:

[updated version]

Paper

 

 

I play with her clitoris;

everything is fine

 

I cut her hair with a knife,

watch her dance through a fug of red wine.

 

I make her my wife;

she writes me a song.

 

We dine at the Ritz,

I mention divorce.

 

Decide it's been too long

since that certain type of kiss.

 

I meet someone new; 

I doodle a horse.