Dump Protocol.

Dump Protocol.

A Poem by Paul Bell

It isn’t hard to explain
You do my head in
There, can I make it any more plain
You dress like a man
Make love like the dead
Does anything else need to be said
So without further ado
I say goodbye from me to you
Okay well said
Here she comes
Right, go for it
Darling, darling you look great
New dress, suits your hair
Let’s go to lunch
Bottle of champagne
Lets just celebrate us
What the hell is wrong with you
You're like one who flew over the cuckoo
Just spit it out
Darling there’s something I have to say
Let’s get married today
What are you saying, have you lost the plot
It’s dumping day, not love me nots
Now be a man
Darling I would just like to say
Don’t say anything Paul, I’m dumping you, goodbye
What, you can’t just dump me, you need a build up
It’s dump protocol
Come back
I need to tell you something
Come back, don’t go…………………………….

© 2017 Paul Bell


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Ah, the who dumped who dilemma! Another smiler.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Hahahaha..... Fun read. We're done...nah...let's just get married! hahaha

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

That's what i thought. Putting Sunny on her now.
BBP

7 Years Ago

lol.... btw there's a softer side chapter up now...Chapter 5 and 6 if you haven't read.
Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

On it. lol
The first clue was the new dress. Dump protocol rule as written by women. He won't make such a mistake again. Very clever piece, btw, perhaps to format thought separate from action, but that's just a formatting thing that in no way changes the quality of this piece.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

He wasn't the quickest guy in the world.
What an interesting and mesmerizing post this is! Good reading from start to finish. ~Sharon

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

You like her Sharon. lol
Ah, the dumper becomes the dumpee. We should really see this coming more than we do, why do we ever think that we can be ahead of any species who can actually multi task, and by multi tasking, I mean other than eating and moaning at the same time. We just never learn, do we? :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Oh yeah, women are far ahead in the brains stake.
We're here to change the wheel.
A clever piece Paul well articulated. Brilliant! The narrative and flow was perfect. Thanks for the smile and laughter!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

This would never happen with the sheilas in Australia. lol
'Dump protocol' lol....that's brilliant!
Too funny my man! R xo

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

You want to be that girl. lol
aLittlePain

7 Years Ago

hahaha.....shhhh don't tell x
Not the dumper...but the dumpee...funny write. Hard to stay one step ahead in some cases. Valentine

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

What's the world coming to. lol
This made me smile. Fastest break-up ever, should be a record or something.
Also the way you portray the dude's agony is spot on, I just can't get enough of that minimalist vocabulary!


Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Women are getting to strong. lol
Marina

7 Years Ago

Oh come on, not you as well.
Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

She was a weight lifter. lol
Lol
'dump protocol' - too funny Paul

Posted 7 Years Ago


Paul Bell

7 Years Ago

Thanks Tony.

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