Jean Carolus, Belgian
“Aha! I See You’re Writing Me To Demand a Divorce. Not To Nitpick, But You Spelled ‘Philanderer’ Wrong,” Date Unknown
Oil on canvas
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“… You Spelled ‘Philanderer’ Wrong.”
/// “By your oddball behavior you force
me to write to demand a divorce.
For my birthday you send one
limp-leafed philodendron,
and our sex-life you tried to outsource.”
/// Sevrin came to Rudella to get her
to agree not to finish The Letter.
He’d be barred from the Palace
if her missive of malice
revealed he is a secret bedwetter.
/// To enforce his command to desist,
there’s a stout wooden rod in his fist.
He resorts to this threat
so that she won’t forget
Sevrin will cause a stink when he’s pissed.
/// But Rudella will not be deterred.
Sevrin threatens to beat her? Absurd!
Many layers will tend
to protect her rear end.
‘Twas in her bed his discharge occurred!
/// She can sense from one brief backward glance
their dispute has rekindled romance.
Sevrin can spend the night
if he proves he’s contrite,
and sleeps willingly in rubber pants.
/// “From Wallonia up into Flanders,
every Belgian knows you’ve written slanders.
In your note to Dear Abby
you claim I’m much too ‘grabby,’
but I’m taking my case to Ann Landers.”
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/// As Maria writes, she is debating
pros and cons of this job she loves hating.
Pens each word the man utters.
(She keeps up ‘cause he stutters.)
Petty dictators love their dictating.