Farewell My Lovely (I’m in a good relationship now, but my last girlfriend….well there was a bit of a problem…..)
Farewell my lovely, for I
must go,
Though I’m not removed by any
force,
I think that, for many
reasons,
Our relationship has now run
its course.
It wasn’t your dog that
worried me,
Though his habits were
certainly vile,
The postman’s out of hospital
now,
And the locals don’t run for
a mile.
I didn’t mind that you
smoked,
Though sixty a day was over
the top,
And though I couldn’t see you
through the fog,
I never, ever begged you to
stop.
I’d quite got over the look
of your face,
Though it was quite odd of a
sort,
Your crooked, lop-sided
smile,
Topped off with a rectangular
wart.
I looked beyond your
cauliflower ear,
Your tattoos never gave me a
care,
Your broken nose was never an
issue,
Nor that your palms were
covered in hair.
But I’ll admit that I got a
few shocks,
The first time that we went
to bed,
Before taking all of your
clothes off,
Your whipped your wig off
instead.
You know I’m no oil painting
myself,
But I can’t deny that I was
galled,
Having chatted up a blonde
bombshell,
To find I was with a girl who
was bald.
The surgical stockings came
off next,
Which you hung up on the peg,
Followed by two pairs of
tights,
Then unfastened your wooden
leg.
I thought that this might
un-nerve me,
But I didn’t want to appear
pathetic,
Nor appear to be too un-grateful
At the sight of your pink
prosthetic.
But when you took out your
teeth,
And placed them on the
bed-side table,
I could see them grinning at
me,
And I didn’t think that I’d
be able.
To love you in the way in the
way I’d intended.
At that point, you remember,
I turned shy,
And I had to look the other
way,
As you removed your cheery glass eye.
You put it there in a glass
on the side,
And it gave me a terrible
fright,
As it stared at me - not just at first,
But another twice in the
night.
So, you see, darling my
dearest,
I’m not usually one to moan,
But I’m still left wondering,
How much of you is your own?
There’s so many parts to your
make-up,
That make you look so
fetching and fair.
But I’m going to find a new
girl-friend,
And I’ll make sure the next
one is all there.
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