I Do Again
In a mind crammed with optimism,
Very easily to be consistent with life;
For I am a level-headed man
All I wanted is to meet my next wife.
What is wrong with that I asked,
To have and to hold not for me,
For six times I got married,
For six times divorced and set free.
I found the woman to be my next,
She was tall with a nice bum,
Her hair was long and golden,
I loved her because she was dumb.
How exquisite she looked that day,
How I happily wept to be so comforted;
For I knew these brides were all alike,
One wrong step and she’ll be departed.
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