Some ways
by cricketjeff on March 24, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
You tell him that he’s bottom of the queue
Just don’t return his calls and let him stew
Or kiss his mates when he goes to the loo
He’ll take the hint
Forget his name, refer to him as “Steve”
Or write another number on your sleeve
Before he sits you say you have to leave
You brush him off
Explain that you were never meant to be
Or scream about a cage and breaking free
Your diary’s full until it’s January
You’ll get away
You’re in a rut and feel the need to move
You asked your Dad and he does not approve
He’s out of date and don’t know how to groove
Don’t stick to him
A cloudy day and he is like the rain
He wants to walk while you go on the train
And frankly every thought of him’s a pain
So up and go
Just change the locks and only buy one key
Start ogling when he is bound to see
Or buy him books explaining liberty
You’ll find the way
To keep a jerk will make you look a fool
There’s many better fish still in the pool
So take a breath and tell him there’s a rule
He HAS to go!!!
Author notes
Written for a contest that closed just before I posted
English