Italian Sonnet Ii Marriages and Mirages

They used to dream of a white picket fence Around a little white three bedroom house There were times at first when they had their doubts Life together just didn't make much sense But they scraped and struggled with no pretense Both tried mightily to be a really good spouse Children were born and love started to shout They switched sides once on offense then defense Then bought a brick home on top of a hill With four bedrooms and a two car garage Everybody had their own private room The old house seemed to always have a chill The white picket fence was just a mirage Seems their marriage was just a mirage too an original poem by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner Italian Sonnet ABBA ABBA CDE CDE