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!