She's gone.
She walked out
In her slinky shoes
By Jimmy Choo.
All I get
Is a letter
Saying: 'Dear John,
I'm leaving you.'
Do I fret?
Not a bit.
I feel better
In seeing she's left
Her lipstick behind
And a wardrobe
Full of dresses.
And they fit!
I fancy I could be
Quite a catch
Dressed in her clothes
(With earrings,
Eye-shadow
And make-up to match.)
But I don't suppose
She would give a damn.
She had intended
To give them to Oxfam.
© Luigi Pagano
