Roux to You Too!
A pale roux of dead.
Its fatty content mixed with bread.
A poisonous dough floured with lead.
Kneaded and crafted so youíd be fed.
Your loathsome head and vile bust,
Turned to ashes then to dust.
Words of lust morphed into pleas
Stop. Donít bother theyíll annoy the fleas.
Selfish and thoughtless, no larger crime,
When confused with love will turn on a dime.
You gave it your best Ďtwas not enough.
Canít wait to bury your memory and stuff.
Your come onís at present,
Alluring at best.
Will change you to hag.
And give you no rest.
Heís mine, though resigned.
Iíll take it for now, just beware this...
All will be won with MY only