12th November 2013

Sonnet 10


You know what... I'd kids before any

Hint you might leave us unprovident,

There were 10 anniversaries too many,

Then we were done, that was self-evident. 

When love left from between us there was hate

Left to eat us, we tried not to conspire

Over the offspring - let's not ruinate

X-mas because of adulterous desire.

 Go with her - I'll take them - No I don't mind;

For her they're just the dregs of married love...

Why should anyone be the martyring kind?

Maternal instinct's not for her to prove.

You know what....No, it doesn't surprise me:

An accident...Another little thee.