A Married Spend Thrift Readjusts
A Graham used to wealth lavish
And to easy fun The slavish:
In the two had not seen blemish
"Let those who wish it be squeamish!"
Now, it is Graham's white wedding;
He knows where the thing is heading:
Skin to Excesses just deaden
Or wife's face might, sometimes, redden...
"Means I'll have to my belt tighten;
That way all my problems lighten:
What man does, his future brightens
And the blackest of scenes whitens!"
A married spendthrift readjusts
Or faces dragging in the dusts...
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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