mixed marriages never work
Mixed marriages never work his mother said
But she was a stool, and his father was a bed
Yours worked he told her, and for a long time
He was a dustpan who had fallen in love with a dime
Dimes are plentiful scattered here and there
His mother said “to marry one I would not dare”.
Dustpan reminded his mother it was his life.
Then he made the shiny dime his brand new wife.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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