Call her Woobag!
He wooed her to make her a bag
Whose mouth has been gagged
A slum bag filled with punches
Wearied with abuses in bunches
Despised punching bag!
Lengthy love letters turned assassination letters
Man-handled by the man who gave her love’s handle
Love remains blind till it gains sight
Woobag’s face tells the story when his fury kindle
Who will bring you down from that scary height?
Fair face turned blue
Kicks and slaps await you on a queue
Upon your monster’s punch tune
You disappear in a ruin
The master in feminine batter
Who like a lobster
Clinched your soul with claws till it splatter
Your phlegm-trickling nose seeds
Watch the master’s deeds
Will there ever be a refund?
You await the right time and cry in a bag
You may not become an old hag
Till your bridled tongue you wag.