Over years, raised, dashed and rekindled,
Her hopes, understandably, dwindled
Of marital bliss.
Drinks with friends, a chaste kiss,
The odd root. She felt like she’d been swindled.
Tag: marriage
Begging the question
All the flowers, the sweet little rhyme,
Was his courtship charade, mere mime?
Did he truly intend
They be wed in the end,
Or was fucking him wasting her time?
Blind-sided
He’d considered his marriage robust,
Was appalled as he watched it go bust;
All the tears and fights,
His wife going out nights,
Dressed to show off her lovely low bust!
Give and take
Disillusioned, his marriage a sham,
His wife’s pussy as tight as a clam,
He began an affair.
Did his wife even care?
Not a fig. Not a gold-plated damn!
Bargaining power
“Listen up,” she said. “Here’s the thing.
If you want a root, buy me a ring.
There’ll be no more tomfoolery,
Not without joolery!
Got that? Or bloody go sing!”
The bridge club
Though her husband was rich and adoring,
She found married life rather boring.
She’d cruise in her car,
In a short dress, no bra,
Or drop into some bar, do some whoring!
The royal wedding
As a princess, of course, she was fated,
While young, to be married off, mated
To some beastly lord,
To be fucked, then ignored,
While he farted and snored, drunk and sated.
A marriage of convenience
Though he sensed in his wife some estrangement;
Hysteria maybe, derangement…
She, being recumbent,
And he, the incumbent,
He thought quite a decent arrangement.
Kiss the cook
How delightful, he thought, to awaken,
Her modesty, long since forsaken,
His naked young wife
(Oh God! This is the life!)
At the stove, cooking fried eggs and bacon!
Hard bargain
“No gold ring, no damn fuck!” They’d reached deadlock.
The old philosophical headlock;
He wanted a root?
Better buy a new suit,
And submit to good old holy wedlock!