A poem for a slammed door

 SLAM. You score.

Because I called you a bore.

BAM. You skip.

After you give me some lip.

DING. I throw.

You’re no longer my beau.

DONG. I yell.

Living with you is hell.

DAMN. We’ve lost.

Are we counting the cost?


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