Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Your Days are Numbered

Shall I compare you to a sore

That is upon my lip of life?

Comparison I've made before,

And making me one stressed out wife.

The young fillies I watch you chase.

Mean stuff about you they do say,

But won't say straight to your long face.

When I hear, I just reply, "Neigh."

You're no longer a young stud steed.

I've been faithful as I can be,

But I'll tell you there are indeed

Greener pastures out there for me.

Because you are a cheating horse,

I'm gonna go get a divorce.