a ruptured life for your raptured joy

it is finished! in other proof quoth I

foresaken! a mere subsidiary ploy

I said thou wouldst deny me thrice!

to the script wouldst thou three times adhere

I know him not! you postured twice

till a third foreboding bid you clear

and you! essential marionette

betrayed me on my very cue

you pursed and kissed my cheek and yet

I knew you more than you

fingers poised to jot a lot

of yarns and threads and tommy rot

predestined plot had inkled not

yet this lot is what I got to jot

copyright 2004 bob tatnell

australia's most exclaimating poet