To Hell in a handbasket. 2

A poem by Paul Bell

Do you ever wonder why I
never call you
Do you ever wonder what I
did with your love
I put it on my list
You were ten just above
Sven
Well below Ken
Then you blew a gasket
I had to laugh
It was like hell in a
handbasket!

Every time we meet with
that slapper On your arm
Who's definitely child bait
You really shoul be
alarmed
People are asking is it true
Is she the love child
With Betty Blue
I just laugh
Tell them it's the change
Of wife
When you brush her hair
Who do you see
Tell me it's a younger
breasted me.

All those hopes and
dreams you spoke
Now on hold
Up in smoke
Word on the street
She is in bed by eight
Listening to nursery
rhymes
Must be fate
I shouldn't laugh
Sven says you'll blow a
gasket
Ken says bend over
It was ecstasy over the
handbasket.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Now this one is my favorite, I admit, becuz the rhyming is so sassy & fun. The #1 version is the lady who has just been jilted & she's starting to get her life back together without the bum. This #2 version is the lady a week or two later, after she's realized what bliss has been delivered by the jerk who left her. This one inspires me to write something sassy myself. I love the way you make fun of his new lovers using such terse little slaps of making fun (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Mrudula Rani]

This is great Paul Bell 's creation!

[barleygirl]

I didn't even see that line under the title! *smile*

[Neville]

Excellent.... now please dont tell me this one is for real......Still chuckling here..........Neville

[Mrudula Rani]

With Paul's writing hard to tell reality from fiction!-Mrudula

[Neville]

seems so...............

[Paul Bell]

You're getting good at this.
I'm sensing competition.
Betty Blue sounds hot. lol

[Mrudula Rani]

What is this obsession with blue? -Mrudula

[Paul Bell]

could be my football team