Love and marriage

“Love and marriage, so terribly kitsch!”
She said. “Look, you can call me a bitch,
But I’ll just try my luck,
Till I find World’s Best Fuck…
Who might hopefully, also be rich!”

Gone fishin

Does she love him? Nah! Not even fond.
There must be bigger fish in the pond!
Yeah, to tell the damn truth,
She’s just wasting her youth…
Trash his car. Take her jewels. Abscond!

Enough

“We’ll get married one day”… the old lie,
She thought, wiping herself, with a sigh.
Still, the sex was okay…
Quite enough, in a way…
And he loved her, he said… pigs might fly!

Moving on

The damn bitch! Mean and nasty! Cold-hearted!
He’d loved her, of course, when it started.
It didn’t last long,
Though he’d done nothing wrong…
Just that time, when they fucked, and he farted.

Can’t buy me love

The poor fool, she thought, stifling a laugh,
Mooning round like a damn lovesick calf!
If it weren’t for his money…
She cooed “Kiss me, honey!”
And winked at his lackeys and staff.

Handbag

The poor girl, so in love, so confused…
Was she just there to keep him amused?
To look good by his side,
While she’s dying inside?
To be fucked, when he liked, and abused?

Come and gone

At an age where her prospects had dwindled,
Romance had, at last, it seemed, kindled!
She lowered her pants,
Leaving nothing to chance,
But next morning found out she’d been swindled!