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Marriage Vows
published: 27 /
10 /
2011
In 'Marriage Vows', the latest in his 'Evidently Spencertown' poetry series, Spencer Robertshaw focuses on relationship strife and conflict
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You insult hypocrites and bring slander to the door
You argue with yourself for the last word and some more
It took six operations just to make you smile
Even rabid dogs run a fucking mile
I can't stop puking when you're in the room
Sunny days are shit, the outlook is pure gloom
Blood doesn’t run in your veins
It's shite and it crawls
The substance doesn’t have a name
But it strips paint from walls
Suicide bombers line up to blow away their thoughts
Of you and all about you, it all adds up to nought
Praise be to Allah they have a way out
To get shut of your memory, hairy chin and snout
I try to be polite and dig deep for a compliment
But all I can come up with is your nose is not that bent
Fell out of the ugly tree and hit each branch on the way down
Entered the ugly bug ball and got to wear the crown
Maybe if your personality was kind,warm and sweet
It would help to stop everyone thinking your breath is as bad as your feet
You tried to be nice once and the tremors broke a rib
But wrote a poison pen letter instead with your finger as the nib
Earth quakes, oil spills and all natural disasters
Make you shake out of will with blood curdling laughter
There must be one good quality that could save your grace
But the only thing I can think is they use your breath as mace
The world's leading scientists tried to make you happy
Now they're all on Valium and the outlook's damp and crappy
There must be a cure to help you on your journey
But trying to say something nice just looked like gurning
I don’t know where you came from, perhaps an alien land
Every time you sit down makes people want to stand
I hope one day they’ll cure you but the chance is slim
And like a wet Monday morning, the outlook is grim.
I’ll have to sign off now, but I'll be thinking of you
I’m off to have a boil lanced and some verucas frozen too
If we don’t meet again remember this last thought
I’d still love to shag you, as long as I don’t get caught