Spoilt Brat

She was definitely a strange girl, Many odd and weird things I have heard; She dreamt of riches, Silk robes, Rich husband, Deepest bag of diamonds, High-priced banquets, Treated like a princess. From the church the bells tolled, Her wedding was due, Hip hip hurrah, I met the spoilt bride, She held her breath, Balanced with fears, Her man arrived in time, She was only eighteen, He was nineteen, fifty years ago, Married three times, Widowed three times. Beside her he knelt with difficulty, She looked at his wrinkled face, His cotton white hair, His hands shaken, But he was made of money…. Who cares…. Her eyes blinked, Who cares… Ill-fated is this married life, Ominous prediction for this wife; Still he was rich, She was a, Birds of a feather, Spurious and preposterous, For she’s eighteen, He’s sixty-nine…. Wondering if he manages this sexual position!