Photo from Staunton News Leader, 1936
Poetic justice
You divorced me today,
But you can’t take my words away.
My words are worth
All your penny love on this old earth.
You claim you are owed
For being subjected to my odes.
You’ll receive neither cent nor couplet—
I don’t care if penalties double it.
This divorce has no rhyme nor reason,
So, love, take a haiku for the season.
I have given you my best.
I doubt you can stanza the rest.
David E. Booker
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