A Husband's Nightmare

‘Twere a foolish youth indeed that ne’er his parents’ voice would heed. “We hear you’re courting Mary Lue. Dump that flirt, what e’er you do! Once you’re wed, she’ll run you down. Her name is known throughout the town.” Alack! O woe! O Sorrow’s pang upon the morn those church bells rang! No altar’s blessing could subdue the direful glares that came to view. Of a nightmare I must tell, the very sort that springs from Hell. Mary Lue met loathsome Jake, a drunkard, gambler and a rake. A distraught husband roamed the dark and met a couple in the park. With one fell blow he struck Jake dead. Panic-stricken, off he fled. Now strapped tight to a certain chair, he endured his parents’ stare through a slot of perspex glass. A priest in black arrived at last.. Will this nightmare never end? Angels and ministers of grace defend! When he awoke , what should he view but his two bonny kids by Mary Lue! From the kitchen came a song. ‘Twas Mary Lue in voice full strong. ‘Twere a foolish youth indeed who ne’er his pleading heart would heed.