LEAVING ON A JET PLANE

'Moving Out'  by  Trish

It's not what he promised, the night he invited me home for a beer!

I'll just  leave! pack my things! and disappear!

I'll write him a note, leave it on the kitchen table,

Say,'Will write when I can, be in touch, when able.'
Why not as I'm going, have one long, last shot,
If he came in the door now, my look would shrivel him on the spot

I'll write, 'This place is not big enough, for the dogs, you and me,

Nor am I interested, in baby sitting greyhounds, picking up their pooh, or making you endless cups of tea,

You drive me crazy, in bed each night, you're even giving me  wrinkles,

It's the crunch of your beloved potato chips, and the bags crackles and crinkles.

Left my key in the letterbox, fed Kelly your new greyhound pup,

Left the house barefoot, Kelly's  chewed all my shoes up.
You said when we met we were created for each other,
The only creating  done in your life mister, was by your father and mother.

Tushie