Poem to a Shrew

I do not know why I even bother

Because to you, this may sound like a foolish pother

And after this, you and I shall cease this discourse

With the way you listen, I would have better luck confiding in a horse

This time, you will not my cloud by judgment

To me, you are nothing more than a vexing rodent

Even though you are the impudent culprit

I shall still explain this prompt exit

U bent in liefde met enkel uw zellf

To the Dutch, meaning you are in love with only yourself

When I confronted you, on how to me you were untrue

It felt like I was reciting poems to a shrew

You thought you could enslave me

But I am now free

You tried to suffocate me

And make my pride disappear

But I am still breathing and very much here

Unfortunately I have come to know you inside and out

When I fail to oblige your tasks, you grate and pout

Watching others suffer brings zest to your eyes

Deep down I know your snout is filled with rotten schemes and lies

You are aesthetic on the surface but hold far too much vanity

When you reveal your true character

It is astounding to believe you are of humanity

Ashamed at myself

For to you, I have always returned

Even though I heard your sinister plots

And witnessed how made others burn

Looking back on how you played your virulent game

It makes me feel appalled and filled with shame

For I laid back, and let you abuse the innocent

Unfortunately, I never spoke up until I became struck with your devilment

Not to worry, I am almost through

Now that it is said and done, I say, “Thanks”

Because now I know how to deal with shrews like you

So this is farewell, my dismal shrew

You shall not witness me weep another tear

Nor see me rue

So crawl into your sullen hole

And close your pygmy eyes

Your torment only made me stronger

While your heart remains small in size

Next time you speak unjustly

Do not think my lips will remain closed

Under that pretty face

Your true nature is finally exposed