Marriage As a Vehicle: Two Drivers
He jumped into the vehicle,
By the staring he praised the Oracle.
Billed the pedals,scolded the horn,
Clutched the clutch,pricked by fun.
Potholes and howling gutters
KIA on the way, tossing their triggers.
Hay and dusk blowing ordeals,
Omen of bitterness lurking in the lorry.
And then he visited the filling station,
Then 'over did he the staring to his lover.
His lover now in remonstration hover-
"Potholes feud, traffic strangling notions".
Jogging into potholes,she pricked her lover "The Lazier".
She has forgotten : Marriage's toss by two drivers.
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