Grave Wedding Vows
Happy is he who with foresight
Weds the woman of the gravesite—
Six feet under who coolly repose,
obedient and least of all to divorce.
Never is she likely to wake
Your sad life ever dismal to make,
Neither will she whimper and whine
to venture out to wine and dine.
Content to wear a cotton shroud
She will not dare talk back aloud,
Dead quiet, not one to nag you ever
for a wardrobe of silk, satin and fur.
Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
to find some peace ere your demise;
Aware was He who made the woman
Only to restrain the free spirit of man.
You may censure me, you may ostracize,
Oh, do review thy lady ere you patronize—
Thus I forewarn the brethren of my ilk,
Fall not for fair face and skin soft as silk!
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