Gentle Man
He was a gentle gentleman.
Quiet and refined,
Patient and kind.
He lived alone
In a small house
Made of bluestone
Without a spouse.
No encumbrances at all
He had no wish for a wife,
To complicate his life
He could never fall
In love.
He could not bear,
To start an affair.
She might make demands,
Or command him
To do something
He did not wish to do
He could already feel the string
Tightening around his throat
He felt he was going to choke
His face was turning blue.
Responsible for a wife
Not on your life,
Thought this gentle gentleman,
Rising from his chair
Looking debonair
He said I'll stay just as I am
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