Keep Private
My heart, I gave to my wife.
In exchange, she gave me her life.
Many times, it may seem
as if we’re living a dream.
But, in fact we’re hiding our strife.
See, like others that live out their lives;
Men and women, husbands and wives,
You must swallow your pride.
Those bad things, you must hide.
In public, stop throwing those knives.
So, the moral of the limerick, this day
is to live your life, not on display.
Do not quarrel outdoors
For it should be indoors
Keep private the things you two say!
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