A bit of silliness written for a challenge on another board.
I'm writing to you, my dear darling one
To say life with you is no longer fun
We laughed 'til we cried, made love until sore
But you've become just a great crashing bore
Spontaneity has now up and died
I can't bear the thought of you by my side
I know I should say this in person, not ink
But distance is better, because, well - you stink!
There's no more to add, nothing else to do
I'll end this missive with a Toodleloo