As we open up the dictionary,
And look the pages through,
Under definiton of liar,
Sits a photograph of you,
I'm sure I'd find the same thing,
If I looked under cheat,
Description given, spelled out in bold,
A rogue full of deceit,
Every late night working,
Just doing it for 'us',
I know what you were up to,
And it gave you such a buzz,
I don't need a dictionary,
To tell me what you are,
Homeless now and broke,
Because I got the house and car,
Does your mistress now not want you?
Well that really is a shame,
Your reputation gone to pot,
You've only yourself to blame,
Whatever were you thinking?
Oh! The 'male menopause',
She only wanted money you fool!
As she raked you with her claws,
Memories drifting onward,
Emotions overflow,
But time is a great healer,
And you were two husbands ago!
Bronze trophy winner
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