Bones and phones

A soldeir big and strong
With a musket a mile long
What do you think he did
When he found his wife in bed
Doing something quite wrong?
If gunpowder burns the flesh off all the bones
Should his wife of porn beg to be turned to stone?
What if he decides to condone
Coz if he bombed her -he was left all alone
No one around to make him his scones.
So all he burnt was her phone
Happy to be spared the gun
Now all she licks is his ice-cream cone.

Author's Note

Does the rhyme work?

Reviews

[ZeppoZealand]

The ice cream suited better as title for this poem. Ice cream cone strongest and it wins. Best story Too good to ignore.

[Tania Mo]

Geez OK. Thanks zeppo.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I wonder what flavor of ice-cream.
and yes, the rhyme and the slant rhyme work.
No matter how big and strong we are, emotions can cut us down in a second.
j.

[Tania Mo]

Big thanks Jacob

[Sapphus]

Oh goodly me hahaha a right moral lesson here for all. Hey Tania you got all cylinders firing, don't worry.

[Tania Mo]

Thanks Sapphus

[Ayvid N]

Very well done Tania. The rhyme works like a beauty and so does the story. Looking to more such wonderful reads.

[Tania Mo]

Thanks DIVYA

[Andra Davis]

She was lucky he loved his scones. So all ended well. I hope she sticks to the ice cream come. You have good rhyme here. It works.

[Tania Mo]

Thanks lol