His Burning Bride

HIS BURNING BRIDE Certainly it is him The incessant coughs give him out ; He is in the balcony Wrapping and kissing his defacto bride . His dejure wife snores From her side he steals him out ; No, he won’t just blink , Till both eyes are fully screened With carbon from his mistress’ chimney. Though forewarned by his carers To stay clear of self-suicide So much he hates himself That in love of his burning bride He loudly knocks at quietus’ gate When the arrow of habit hits him Like a dog that wants to cough out a bone he does Till he spits out jelly-red ; Too much of these have happened That today he smelt burial mat.