Divorce By Fire By Force
With no noised date yet
On when they have to wed,
Anyone could safely bet
That it’s a right-bed
Welcoming wrongs of the lust-red.
A victorious head on her lap,
First, in a woolen cap,
The idea selling he could in same
Have a lingered nap
Plus things that feed shame
Between a loin and head, no gap!
So far as her trousers flap
Is actualizing An Inviting Map,
It’s a right bed in the wrong,
Advisedly not left too long
Save their wish a future divorce
By fire by force.
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