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She is introverted the extrovert said.
Not knowing at all; his first name was Ted.
Their weird observation filled me with dread.
I knew Ted did not see what was up ahead.

Please pay extra attention to her, I pled.
I have known her since my childhood homestead.
She’ll be a non-talker ‘til after you’re wed.
Could tell by his face I should now lightly tread.

He was a stubborn one and in lover, our man Ted.
And she was ultra-gorgeous tonight, dressed up in red.
They were married at Christmas, on a giant sleigh sled.
Beside their parents, who on both sides are rather well fed.

She started talking upon their wedding night bed.
Amusing his two peeping cousins, Fred and Ole Ed.
Her incessant talking for sixty years hurt his head.
So he built himself his own fabulous man shed.

Stayed there as long as he could ‘til he was long dead.
Her constant need for attention was never fully fed.
Weird how their physical attraction easily led
To a life where she had totally fooled our own little Ted.

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