Diarydump

by

J D Cully

It started one night, we were in a flurry online
Surfed onto the site, I liked her page, she liked mine
She liked my slang, loved me 'cause I was a Brit
But when I got robbed my venting sent her in a snit
She won't read me at all, took me off her favourites list
So I'm lurking now, how can she treat me like this?

She made me believe that I was Millennium Man
But since I got robbed she's just an impatient ex-fan
My mild criticism of the 'there's people worse off' attitude
Must have hit a raw nerve, but she didn't have to be this rude
What wound her up so much that I'm gone with just one click?
Why is it then that she cuts so much slack for The Mick?

So this is the end, my diary's no fun to her now
The Blackadder song, my catharsis, made her have a cow
And it's plain to see she's a snide right wing nobody
She's on the site now reading somebody else not me
And her guestbook fills up with girly girls and horny boys
She's in her little white socks, laughing and making a noise

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Cathedral Bells
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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