SHE BITCHES

You won me over, then ran me down,
left me stranded in too many ditches.
Pushed away, said I wasn't around,
that our love has too many glitches.

I've tried to mend this broken heart
with some simple glue and stitches.
Weights it down, pulls further apart;
and now, lover, it really truly itches.

We deftly tossed the hateful words,
got real good at slices and pitches.
Imagine what we could have done
on the home team or same niches.

(c) 2002 Maggie Mink aka Rennie Lorca