What Goes Around Comes Around

Weren’t you told the sun always set in the west?

Weren’t you told the winds can blow to its very best?

Weren’t you told the lightning strike is always the worst?

Weren’t you told what goes around comes around just for a sweet taste?

It all began when you were young and tender,

Your heart and body out there ready to surrender,

To whom wasn't your agenda,

As what goes around comes around to the sender;

Let me refresh your memory of those days in your calendar,

The days when your fruit was squeezed using other husband’s blender,

It felt nice, sweet and tender,

As what goes around comes around to the perfect contender;

You act like you don't understand my agenda,

Hand on your waist, head and neck twisting, not ready to surrender,

Eyes wide open and face frowned like who is this minder,

As what goes around comes around to pretenders;

Before you smack me on the face,

Let me roll this dice,

And get a pass for your secret briefcase,

As what goes around comes around for your sweet taste;

You thought you were the best snatcher,

The cutest chick in the land of baby makers,

A husband taker,

As what goes around comes around you home breaker;

In plain language you made that wife suffer,

You deprived the kids from having their dad at supper,

Peace, harmony and love wasn't there for them to hope for,

As what goes around comes around like a lopper;

You stole their happiness,

You changed their sweet life to bitterness,

You thought the wives' hearts are painless,

As what goes around comes around you heartless;

So now you complain,

As you chock onto your own medicine from Ukraine,

Just swallow it as you prepared it when you were still tender in Bahrain,

As what goes around comes around like rain;

Apologies for the ladies, who in their lives didn't prepare medicine from Ukraine,

And yet are experiencing what goes around comes around like rain,

I feel your pain,

As what goes around comes around wasn't for you the beauty brains;

As for the young and tender ladies who yet remains,

Stop the husband snatching campaign,

As you will be a wife who complains,

As what goes around comes around someday to entertain;

As a friend once said as a jargon,

There are so many single gents for you to bargain,

Why rush into husbands with family wagon,

As what goes around comes around will smack you with less brains.