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.