He’s, like, “Typical,
Hippy single mother,
Kids swearing in the driveway
Comes home with her undies in the passenger seat.”
She’s, like, “Thick necked insurance agent,
Fat wife, a four wheel drive and
Hog bristles, king in his castle.”
Dogs drive him nuts,
Yipping under the fence.
Secretly she wishes they’d eat him,
Leave no remains.
Short of such exotic punishment, revenge is real.
Consists of house prices dropping,
As buyers eye askance
Her ill-kept domain.
Lucky he doesn’t have a sawn-off.
She thinks, the sex would be unpleasant with such a man.
On this one thing, they may be in accord.