It came, it came through snailing mail.
How often I told him to send through e-mail.
But so fickle are men–and he is one–
I could not waste time arguing what cannot be redone.
At least, it came–so delighted I was–
I neglected to notice the white-out smudge,
Which later I discovered, through faithful friend–
His ex-wife’s name written by him!
How can a man be as thoughtless as this,
To regift an old valentine to his newly wedded miss?
Callous Swine! Wretched Thing!
And to think I engraved his wedding ring!
This is why he lies alone,
Wondering why I have gone.
But when the morning comes–he’ll know.
My new discovered boyfriend will tell him so.