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.