Split Up

Dedicated to a fellow poet, Vernon, a charming Welshman, who said, after he read this poem:
“You are incorrigible ……..but I like you…..”

Split Up

This is mine –
not your wine
Do despair –
because it’s in your hair

One times two –
me and you
Grab hold of your staff –
makes me laugh

On the side –
best man with the bride
In another room –
maid of honour with the groom

This marriage is dead –
before they’re even wed

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