I thought we had a second chance,
To renew our vows; to do our happy dance;
But you've not changed one little bit,
And frankly Cole- you're full of....it!!
You'd give me a credit card, to shop?
Charge interest rates, that would rise? non-stop?
You're just as greedy as all the bankers
They drain our wallets-those bloody wankers!!
I'm not naïve, I know your game:
If I come back, it will be the same,
You'd dress me up for the world to see
You're into the Queen-not your fiddlers three.
My Mom believes you're a creepy old loon;
And her feet don't smell-that's her perfume.
My lawyers advice: "The post-nup stays"
You're old and mean: you won't change your ways.
After reading your proposal, do I think you're swell?
Well frankly dear Cole, you can go to..........Timbuktu!!
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knightwriter