From the archives of my high school poetry days, I've dug up this little gem...

A SIMPLE SOLUTION

It was too much to bear

All his wear and tear

His habits, his excuses

His tormenting abuses

I don't know what happened

It used to be good

We'd live happily ever after

At least I thought we would

He used to be kind, gentle, and humane

Now I admit it

He's just a pain

I thought he'd get through it

That it was just a phase

But he steadily grew worse

For more than a few days

The chauvinist pig

Could not understand

That I did not exist

To serve his every command

I don't love him

I hate him

So I cooked him up

And ate him

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NOTE: I never dated anyone in high school, and I certainly didn't cook anyone and eat them. Just thought I'd clear that up. :-D