A plot
He will never leave me
I've put paid to that,
I know I'll not be lonely
in my London flat.
I've hidden his dentures
and his right shoe.
I've thrown his new
hearing aid down the loo.
I've buried his walking stick
and his false leg,
I've secreted right under
my old double bed
I've given his glasses
to Oxfam,
I'm using his wig
as a mop!
So If he decides
to leave me today
you can be sure that
he won't get away
Well part of him might
but the rest I will keep
or get back from
the local pawn shop.
poem by Ruth Walters
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