Strike 3—You’re outta here!

She kicked me in the shins;

stepped right on my toes.

Hit me with a baseball bat;

shot me with a bow.

Poked me with a poker;

sliced me with a knife.

All which made me wonder?

“Why’d she be my wife?”

She threw out all my clothes—

shoes & belts & “Rover.”

So I had to finally ask:

“Does this mean it’s over?”

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