His lardy arse
Melts over the chair.
He sweats and drips
Greasy body hair.
It's sad to think
He was once so fit.
Muscular, tidy,
Still a bit of a prick.
He used to love her,
His clever cow,
Snobby and prim,
So much better than him.
She broke him down,
Belittled him.
Together once perfect,
Now don't fit.
Damaged each other.
It wasn't quick.
Now alone his lardy arse.
<Deleted User> (13762)
Wed 1st Feb 2017 23:43
Nice one. His Lardy Arse could almost be written in capitals as a pun on His Royal Highness. Don't be listening to that Ray fellow offering a fair crack of the whip. He's been reading too many 50 Shades books! ?
Cruel but so often true if you look at facts Louise. This is the kind of poem so well done I think by you ladies, and comes with a fair crack of the whip. Sad how people decline without grace and with little favour.
I enjoyed this! Ray
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Robert Mann
Fri 16th Jun 2017 15:31
Louise - although this is seen from the female perspective and qualifies as acute observation, what about the 'male voice'? You could try a second stanza, almost in reply, from his point of view. I think it would give this piece balance, especially with the current title.
Rob