Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

My Sister's Pre-Marital Wake

I must be nutty as a fruitcake
      for attending my sister's
         'pre-marital wake'

   Sis likened marriage to 'slow death'
   She didn't want to run out of breath

      So I served her Arsenic 'n Rum in her steak

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Kim Rodrigues November 3, 2023 at 9:53 AM Marriage indeed done to perfection takes one’s breath away…lol!

Beryl Edmonds November 3, 2023 at 9:47 AM Perhaps your sister meant marriage can be breathtaking and by a slow death she meant the slower the better… Hilarious, Belle