Married Life
Mr—you can kiss me if or when I ask.
But do not sir not ever before
Mr—you may touch me a little if I grasp
But don't ask what I'm looking for?
It might just be a senator or a signor.
You might love me like you say, right-now?
But sure love I'll always love you more, etc.
You darling may never want us to argue or row…
But, I'm tired and that's why, I swore.
{Oh darling my feet are sore
and I've finished with you and that discount store! }
Love, you may wish we met a long time sooner
...eh' what? But love… I'll promise you this…
The day after we've wed a small sector
Of guests and I myself shall say, this…
Married life it was never bliss'.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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