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.