That he became mine should have made me suspicious
Yet giddy me thought it my due
Thought it my reward from a life unfair
Sharing its goodies with its teeth
Now he is with another
My bed a scorned place
Not even the knowledge of my X6
Budges him from her bed
I have learnt in four long seasons
What my father would have told me in five minutes
That this dandy is not simply fashion-conscious
This lover’s gaze shifts too oft for a man
but I would not be discouraged from love
The latest wife in town,
Still in cloud nine?
Still reveling over your win?
Still giddy this hunk’s stuck on you ?
Are you still eagerly transferring to his account?
It is your minister father, not you
It is your position at work, not you
It is that you are ready to open your purse, not you
Not you, your failing beauty, your saggy bosom
Not even your cooking feats
May my missive meet you sober
Else it will be in vain, I know
This one is won only by the highest bidder
His beauty, his abilities in bed honed for that reason only
My curse, my wish is that your trophy husband be with you long