“Frankly, it’s no damn I give, my dear,” said Rhett, scolding
Scarlett for tripe, always in the throes
of angst; it was getting old.
“Frankly, it’s no damn I give, my dear,” he did say.
He was set to blow, far away to go,
leaving Scarlett to her ways.
Their union would be tragic
if he would have stuck around.
He, not she, could foresee the dread
there would be, so off he’s bound.
Rankled by her rants and her jiving constantly.
Like a child she’d played him; his nerves were frayed…
bade babe “Bye” bombastically.

Grumpety grump grump,
grumpety grump grump—
Scarlett’s fuse might blow.
Humpety hump hump,
humpety hump hump—
Rhett’s getting set to blow.

Fast he’s gonna scram…
knew he had to get away.
With it all he’s done…going on the run,
exiting this trauma play.
Scarlett would pillage
the relationship they’d planned.
Said, “If I stay there, I’ll feel her hot air
issuing many demands.”
He’ll exit now with his “damn” vow;
his fevered brow is sopped…
won’t pause even for a moment;
Rhett is not gonna be stopped.

“Frankly, it’s no damn that I give…” now a catchphrase
meaning “It’s bye-bye I go for all time,”
leaving someone stunned, amazed.

Strumpet he dumps,
for strumpet he’s no chump,
leaves her at the door.
Humpety hump hump,
humpety hump hump—
Scarlett and Rhett no more.