You make me so mad that I want to wring your neck.
You think that I'm stupid enough to take your check.
Your checks bounce so much that they should be made out of rubber.
I won't take your check, I don't care how much you blubber.
Stop that damn crying, stop acting like a five year old kid!
I won't accept your stinking check but sadly, I once did.
I took your four hundred dollar check and it bounced.
I was so angry that when I saw you again, I pounced.
Your lousy check bounced so I decided to make you bounce too.
You regretted giving me that rubber check when I was through.
But here you are again and you think that I'll take your rubber check.
When I get done, a doctor will have to put a brace around your neck.
(This is a fictional poem)