Ceramic
I left Mabel to look after the plumber
A token of my trust in one so new
My ex-girlfriend rang on the land line
And Mabel saw red, her fuses blew
When I got home the bathroom was smashed
My new peach bidet lay in bits on the floor
No sign of Mabel, just her handiwork
And a bathroom with blood on the door
We think we know someone but don't
Jealousy with their reason can make hay
Its wiser to see to the plumber yourself
And not jeopardize your new bidet
I never envisaged such a violent temper
From someone so sweet and demeure
When the plumber returned to do the repair
He said she'd scared him with that stare
We think we know someone but dont
Jealousy with their reason can make hay
Its wiser to see to the plumber yourself
Rather than jeopardize your new bidet
I try not to think of her, I saw Mabel no more
Now when I use the bidet I lock the door
We think we know someone but dont
Jealousy with their reason can make hay
Its wiser to see to the plumber yourself
And not jeopardize your new bidet
Shifa Maqba
Mon 27th Jul 2020 14:08
The biting wit and melancholy of the last two lines perfectly wraps your poem up. Stunningly creative!