My Purple Wart

An ugly poem!

My Purple Wart

 

What a brutal man you are,

how harsh you were

to my bleeding heart.

 

If crushing spirits was an art

you my love would be the pefect

artist to play the part.

 

With the sharpest dart

you shot me right in my heart

with your poisoned dart.

 

How I'd like to watch your body fall

off a cliff after being dumped from a

stinky manure cart.

 

I'm so glad I'm no longer your spicy tart,

you are my history's ugly purple wart!

 

Next time I see you in the mart

you'll be lucky if I don't mow you

down with my shopping cart!