Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Unsent Voicemail

You used to be so sweet and nice,

And we used to have so much fun.

But then you turned as cold as ice,

Became such mean spirited one.

You used to be so filled with love,

To share with me in time and place.

But now you're only just full of

That smelly stuff, a basket case.

You used to be a giving soul,

Giving me lots of joy and bliss.

But now you're in a starring role

Of nagging me on that and this.

This is my voicemail to the wife,

Never sent, for fear of my life.