She's lovely really 😊
The cackle from a crow.
All the smell from a skunk,
When it lets one go.
Or the screams from a banshee,
When it drops the witch's cauldron
On its toe. Or the chinless wonder,
That sucks their feet.
The near toothless grin,
From eating too many sweets.
The home truths,
they tell you that are so.
Even though they have,
A Pinocchio nose.
The more they talk,
The more it grows.
The blackened hands,
That look like paws.
Let me introduce you,
Who comes my way.
To my lovely ex,
Daughter-in-law.
Who will probably kill me,
If she reads this on any given day.
Even though I don't try to offend.
I wrote this out using her gift to me,
A father's Day pen.
As for being married to my son,
I should have guessed,
Something was wrong.
When she rode her bike,
Across the cobbled street,
Without the saddle on.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-03-31 at 01:43
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MY LOVELY EX DAUGHTER-IN-LAW
Have you ever heard,The cackle from a crow.
All the smell from a skunk,
When it lets one go.
Or the screams from a banshee,
When it drops the witch's cauldron
On its toe. Or the chinless wonder,
That sucks their feet.
The near toothless grin,
From eating too many sweets.
The home truths,
they tell you that are so.
Even though they have,
A Pinocchio nose.
The more they talk,
The more it grows.
The blackened hands,
That look like paws.
Let me introduce you,
Who comes my way.
To my lovely ex,
Daughter-in-law.
Who will probably kill me,
If she reads this on any given day.
Even though I don't try to offend.
I wrote this out using her gift to me,
A father's Day pen.
As for being married to my son,
I should have guessed,
Something was wrong.
When she rode her bike,
Across the cobbled street,
Without the saddle on.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 131 times
Written on 2023-03-31 at 01:43
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