What has taken you so long
Don’t you know I have things to do
I love you, precious Beatrice
But you leave me here to stew
Everyday is the same, dear
I look for you everywhere
With the problems that you cause me
It’s as if you just don’t care
My appointments are a shambles
I’m running late because, you see
I put you first before others
And look what it has gotten me
Certainly no love life and
Not a frolic to smile about
As I stand here waiting for you
I’m thinking of a way out
I’m tired of playing your game
So I shan’t be here tomorrow
I say goodbye with much regret
And what courage I can borrow
You’ve pissed me off for the last time
It feels good to finally let go
Don’t bother to come tomorrow
Because I’ll be a no show
Another contest poem for Hugh Wyles favourites
Dee Garner
© June 17, 2007







I had a bit of fun writing this... I had set out to write a serious one but the
overtook my muse 
Thank you, Coewr. I know what you mean about running on as you say you do... I'm often guilty of that myself.
Dee





HeHe You see my first name is Beatrice! So I had to put that in, couldn't help myself, it must've been reading your poem.


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