The divorcees come in

with their left-right left-right

two pronged advances,

as if this were well-to-do.

Then, I think, wait a minute,

I’m not a divorcee.

That doesn’t work for me.

And then, I get on my high horse

and ride round to the back

and attack.  Wait a minute!

I shout.  You’re not supposed

to be divorcees!


Robert Wooten