The Divorce Is Final Poem by Dennis Lange
The Divorce Is Final
When my gallbladder had the gall
To kick up trouble after all
The time we'd spent in harmony,
Like precise parts of symphony,
I privately considered blasts
Of dynamite for stones whose pasts
Made rocky roads of pain and woe
And tables where I travel - foe.
With second thought, and counsel wise,
What surgeon, doctor, did advise
Is route I take, the safest course -
Gallbladder, I do thee divorce.
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