I suppose it’s time for you to go?
I am going to miss you,you know.
I’ll forget and lay your plate,
keep your slippers by the grate.
Remember promise me this?
Our stolen moments,secret kiss?
Our bed will seem empty,cold with out you,
and now i’m crying,boo,hoo,hoo!
Yeah right,
i can’t wait untill you’re gone,
i’m sick of you ,we’re done!Done! Done!
Hurry up and get your stuff,
i think i’ve suffered you enough.
Wouldn’t wish you on an enemy,
so just hurry up and leave!
I’ve got plans don’t hold me up,
dont forget your daft darts cup.
I’m going to dance on your dhalias,
pull up all your cabbages.
Your fish pond’s next on the list,
(when i have removed the fish.)
I’m going to take a nice long wee,
knock the heads off all your gnomes,
with glee!
Then set fire to the shed at last,
what do you think about that?
Now the bed’s all mine!Mine!Mine!
I’ll get crumbs in it,drink, spill wine
then i’ll have a good bounce on our bed,
picture i’m jumping on your head!

Get a nose ring,dye my hair blue,
buy skinny jeans, get a tattoo, i feel like life has just begun,
oh aren’t i the lucky one?
So good luck to you,find a nice wife?
Meantime i will be enjoying life.
I hope she likes washing your socks,
and don’t come back i’ve changed the locks.
Wont miss your moaning,mess or sweat,
hang on why haven’t you gone yet?

This poem was written/submitted by LYNNE HANNAN CANNON.