Marriage (#42 of 365)

This is too funny to me.

Howling wind surrounds the house,

She curls up and calls her spouse,

Hurry to bed,

Help warmth spread,

He joins her with merriment,

And asks for an experiment,

She turns up her nose,

At what he will propose,

The same laughable stuff,

That ends up in handcuff,

Husband is relentless in asking,

Wife becomes quite tasking,

She doesn’t want to be a shrew,

Or take back her ‘I do’,

When the thunders quake,

She feigns a headache,

Crawls under the cover,

And pushes away her lover.

 

 

 

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