Constance Canstinople had Connubial Concentration
Constance Canstinople had connubial concentration
Every date was a grilling, not a joyful celebration.
She spoke of having children with men she barely knew
She stayed single all of her years until she died at ninety-two.
All she wanted was marriage, her nephews and nieces said.
Too bad that she never got to wear her veils and now she’s dead.
But we can reap the benefits of the wedding gowns she collected.
Full of pearls, sequins and lace, beautiful when inspected.
Constance had been too pushy, but she would be better next time.
This is what she said to her main guardian angel Clementine.
Clementine hoped for the best and sent her back as a baby girl.
On her spank she thought “satin dresses and on each a big pearl!”
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