Yaraye
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He said that and she said, "You're right!."
Packed her sh!t, and knocked at our house in the middle of the night.
He was shocked from such fright,
Kept calling with all of his might.
Not a single peep or sight,
Shall he ever be blessed with again at night.
His visage turned pale, a sight most rare,
A blustering fool, devoid of flair.
He bellowed and hollered, “Pray, don’t depart!”
But silence ensued; he broke his heart.
Toodle-loo~ Toodle-loo ~
She has flew, she has flew.
Away from you, away from you.
From your rage that you blew,
To embrace the vast and azure blue.
A toast to my cousin's new found freedom.
A poem to my cousin's queendom.
She’s returned to her kingdom!
She has returned to her fiefdom!
As for you, dear husband—just shame and disdain!
A master of folly, the king of the mundane,
With your pompous airs and a brain full of grain,
You thought you could tether her, yet caused her such gain.
In your castle of nonsense, you’re left to remain,
While she dances in freedom, unchained from your chain.
Now you’re just a footnote, a sad little stain,
A jest for the ages, a tale to entertain!
How do you guys like my poem to my cousin's divorce?

Packed her sh!t, and knocked at our house in the middle of the night.
He was shocked from such fright,
Kept calling with all of his might.
Not a single peep or sight,
Shall he ever be blessed with again at night.
His visage turned pale, a sight most rare,
A blustering fool, devoid of flair.
He bellowed and hollered, “Pray, don’t depart!”
But silence ensued; he broke his heart.
Toodle-loo~ Toodle-loo ~
She has flew, she has flew.
Away from you, away from you.
From your rage that you blew,
To embrace the vast and azure blue.
A toast to my cousin's new found freedom.
A poem to my cousin's queendom.
She’s returned to her kingdom!
She has returned to her fiefdom!
As for you, dear husband—just shame and disdain!
A master of folly, the king of the mundane,
With your pompous airs and a brain full of grain,
You thought you could tether her, yet caused her such gain.
In your castle of nonsense, you’re left to remain,
While she dances in freedom, unchained from your chain.
Now you’re just a footnote, a sad little stain,
A jest for the ages, a tale to entertain!
How do you guys like my poem to my cousin's divorce?

