Graveyard
“My first kiss was actually in a graveyard” ~George Ezra
Happy is he who with foresight
Weds the woman of a grave site –
Six feet under she coolly repose,
Submissive and least to impose.
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
~02/20/2023
~Contest: Writing Challenge "G" words
~Sponsor: Constance La France.
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