Our Monopoly Poem by Randy McClave

I remember the time that my wife was sent to jail
She told me it was like a living hell,
She refused all food and all drink
I guess while there of her crime she did think.
She would curse everyone that would walk by
She was hateful to our son which caused him to cry,
And while there she even spat on me
Because, it wasn't in my power to set her free.
She kept asking me if I was doing well
When she heard I might be buying a hotel,
And when she heard that I bought another house
She then accused me of cheating and seeking a new spouse.
While in jail I still remember the time that she was there
And how she kept accusing me that I never did care,
I will never forget the pain and heartbreak that happened then
So, I'll never play Monopoly with her ever again.

Randy L. McClave