Sunday, 10 November 2019
Choosing a husband
A blacksmith with anvil to clobber
The work brought me grief so I slobber
I've become bitter I've failed a lot
My stubborness means I've lost the plot
I didn't understand about life
My eyes on a honey for my wife
She liked muscles but not the clatter
Of hammer pounding, did that matter?
At weekend I entered the local
Who leans by the bar? But my sweet gal!
"Forgive me" she said "I've been a fool"
"I really forgot the golden rule"
So I asked her what on earth was that?
"If he works hard with horse, dog or cat
He will treat you gentle and be fair
And will love you while you're in his care"
So we're back together again!
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