untitled
sitting at home     thinking of her         he wrapped a sow's ear in a silk purse
she'd lost her left lobe in ruthless attack    while he was with Ruth    way back


!It's done  she said  I'm out of this mess      Mr.Two-Ears, no more distress !
she got her things    left him the dog    they had a last jump/he squashed her frog


full of self-wrath   he took off at speed      ran out of fuel - Forest of Dean
slept in the woods   quite fitfully             (don't get much sleep in a 2CV!)


sucked on the fumes and on Radio 2         Charles Aznavour sang her fave tune
Wot! a sweet way to leave this sad world     with sow's ear tucked in a silk purse
                                                                                                                                                                 HF