This strange little poem is linked to week 114 of Saturday Centus. The prompt is in bold! To read other offerings, just click here.
He said, "I'm sick! I'm going to bed."
She said, "Is it your stomach? Is it your head?"
He said, "I'm planning not to die."
She said, "Oh sigh! That makes me cry."
He said, "Oh geez! Compassion please!"
She said, "I'm waiting! We'll just see!"
He said, "Thank you, for not being mad!"
She said, "You're a cheater! It makes me sad!"
He said, "Thank you for forgiving me!"
She said, "I didn't! I poisoned your tea!"
Merry Christmas 2024!
2 weeks ago
15 comments:
Oh boy, don't mess with her!
You won't know what's coming..
She sounds dangerous!
Ha! A woman scorned... don't get mad, get even!
Well, that'll teach him! LOL! Very fun poem, Jenny.
Silent revenge...mwahahahaha
Tisk tisk...vengeance is mine said the scorned wife...you cheat on me and I take your life.
I just made that up. Hee.~Ames
Now, there's some justice!
;)
don'cha just love white oleander? It's soooo useful!!!
remind me to never have tea with either of them okay!!!! :)
oh Mrs. Jenny...sweet revenge!
Ha ha ha! So funny! Never mess with a jilted woman!
My dear Jenny,
What an ending to an interesting post. Where is the mercy and forgiveness (smile)? Thanks for sharing my friend.
Ha! Great poem!
Oh my gosh...that is kinda creepy and funny!
xo
Oh! I didn't see that coming. I liked it. laurie
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