The Sad Lament; a Brief Poem in Ballad or Common Meter



My phone is gone
I dropped it
in a children’s clothing store.
Although I hurried right on back
my phone, it was no more.

I have no clue who picked up,
some miscreant or worse.
Perhaps she saw it lying ‘lone
and stuck it in her purse.

Perhaps she viewed the pictures
saved with such great care,
the pictures of my little son
his first whole year
at places here and there.

Perhaps she watched the video
I took from day to day
Perhaps she watched him grow from birth
and watched him as he played.

And if she did,
she didn’t call to say she had my phone.
Instead she kept it for her own
in her evil, nasty way.

And so I’d like to say to her
you awful, awful something-that-rhymes-with-witch.
I hope your fingers all fall off
and your house falls in a ditch.

I hope your ears will melt away
and your nose will turn to goo.
And by the way I hope that you
will catch something nasty, too.

And if someday you accidently lose
something very dear,
I hope you’ll never get it back
but instead get a kick in the rear.


3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. The Mom
    Oct 23, 2008 @ 12:49:23

    That oughta do ‘er.


  2. Amberlina
    Oct 23, 2008 @ 13:55:40

    That’s RIGHT!@!


  3. Sharon
    Oct 28, 2008 @ 16:58:52

    You amaze me. I cannot rhyme when sleep-deprived. You rock.


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