Finding errors is my job you see
I do it well, joking or graciously
sweetheart, come and put this straight
fuckuperooni, fix this, before it's too late
tell them, then I don't really care
from then on it is their affair
one stupid stresser, a most primitive man
curses abuse all day if he can
shouts at me, an almost mortal sin
I scream back, thinking, let the fight begin
he tells me to get pleurisy or the tering
my mind switches over to Dutch swearing
in no uncertain terms, in a very loud voice
he tells me cancer, should be my disease of choice
then he tells me to go back from whence I came
foreigners were not welcome on his terrain
he sends me the cholera and a dose of pox
and hopes I soon end up in a box
I am ready to pop him right on the nose
my anger rising as on he goes
unrestrained and unrelenting
one disease after another he's venting
finally I cannot take it any longer
show him, with a smack, whose arm is stronger
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Very knap writing, you're my number one....
killea: right back at you darling
Goed zo June
killea: thank you Tessy
life is a struggle June
don't let it get you down...
killea: will do, Liefie
don't put too much energy in men like that June,
you are a rockin, remember?
killea: Yes sweetheart, thank you
killea: are nuts... thanks Greta
Hallo Killea, fuckuperooni deed het voor mij:)
Vind de overgang naar pleurisy en tering ook erg vermakelijk. Mijn stem heb je:) gr.
killea: Thank you so much ATMD
there's no swearing like Dutch swearing...
Beautifull poem again!
killea: Many thanks Jakob