With a pink diamond ring on one hand
Holding on to a flash of fuchsia bouquet.
And there I stood
Alongside my Calvin Klein man.
Dressed in a Ferrari black tux
I smiled at my luck,
To find my Romeo
And I was his Juliet
Smiling with a china glaze
I took my vows
In Las Vegas that night.
Off to Aspen we went
And sealed our lasting love
Underneath the luminous moonlight
How quickly the honeymoon ends
How stupid to believe I found my dream man
He truly was a one man show
I guess it’s a man testosterone.
Always seeking to find another fling
He sought out the women with the mermaid’s chest
I guess I wasn’t his Playmate gal.
My heart was broken,
I could not bear the pain,
I cried myself to sleep,
Until the middle of the night
I awoke to a luminous moon
That’s when I conjured up my voodoo.
Stealthy I left the room,
And grabbed my handy tool
The sterling silver rose knife
Now rests in his sliver ice heart.
1 comment:
Which one do you like better? I think I like the first one the best. Your own selection of the six end words serves you better than the funny names of cologne and nail polish, but your narrative is fun. It ends with revenge like many of them do. Nice job.
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