by Jack Lashbrook
Published on: May 28, 2004
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Type: Opinions

I gave you a promise and a ring.
You gave me an itchy rash.
I gave you a big chocolate "thing".
You gave me the lash.
I gave you a nice new home.
You kicked me out before the paint had dried.
I gave you a silver brush and a silver comb.
You gave me back my fish-fried.
I gave you encouragement and optimism.
You gave me mockery and derision.
I gave you the future in a pretty vision.
You gave me a bloody big heart-shaped incision.
I gave you a car and a horse
You gave me a thank you note
I gave you a lucrative divorce
You laughed at the poetry I wrote.
I gave you diamonds and gold.
You gave me second-hand cake.
I gave you the profit from the soul that I sold.
You called me Jack but my name is Jake.
I gave you laughter and smiles.
You gave me grimaces and gurns.
I gave you forbearance measured in miles.
You gave me a winkler that burns.
I gave you unconditional love.
You gave me the instructions for the washing machine.
I gave you all I could reach, below and above.
You gave me a todger that's slowly turning green.
I gave you wisdom and sagacity.
You gave me the horoscope from the "Sun".
I gave you innocence and simplicity.
You gave me little joy and even less fun.
I gave you romance and passion.
You gave me boredom and tedium.
I gave you the latest fashion.
You gave me perfumed odium.
I gave you chips and crispy duck.
You gave me an opener and a tin of cat food.
I gave you bracelets and charms for good luck.
You gave me a coat with a ginormous hood
I gave you lessons in English and Maths.
You gave me a course of Penicillin.
I helped you comprehend algebra and graphs.
You gave me a pie without the filling.
I gave you the beautiful words in my head.
You gave me the voice of the gutter.
I gave you the Sunday papers and brekkie in bed.
You gave me a twitch and a st-st-stutter.
I gave you all my attention
You gave me a nod and half a smile.
I gave you things I barely dare to mention.
You said my suggestions were vile.
I gave you my place in the sun,
You gave me extremely subdued lighting.
I filled your oven with a beautiful bun.
You said, you wished I’d stop writing!

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