The Eight Legs of Marriage

Anesthetized, day one, I become her bug caught in the web
Asphyxiated, entangled and cursed, numbed to feel no pain
It was a Wednesday if I remember when we wed
She grew a beard and punished me for breathing

I succumbed to her femininity, her tooth
It was a pretty one to chew with.  That's the truth!
It was a Thursday in the second day of Lent
It took seconds for my bank account to empty
Her power of persuasion left me blank
A testament to her awesome empty nest to come

Three days into marriage we finally went to bed
Precious consumed my brain and everything within it
Who needs condoms when you have your condiments
Mustard , ketchup, cheese and crackers please 
When you don't have long to live you snack instead
                                       
Day four, she put me on a lease to walk outdoors
Dogs and cats make better pets than spiders
Sentimental to the end she took my soul and sold it
I succumb to her because she is my wife
Not because she held a butcher knife 

By day five she grew fat, sprang eight legs
Became a nag, that's only natural they say
I'm not afraid of anything that screams at me
Because she says so

I wish six days a week to be united
Or at least to live another day intact
It is not wise to question honey's facts

Seven days in love must be our lucky number
Marital bliss numbs me to my knees
I survived to kiss the bride another day
It must be time to say Good Bye......... 
  
Eight days a week I feel the love inside
Eight legs wrapped around my spine
A tingling sensation, sentimental spider
Before I die, before you eat my mind again my love
The alimony check is on the table, post dated for your pleasure
Don't get pregnant.  Use protection
For your convenience before I forget
I will always be your prey before your friend
I pray you don't get indigestion
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Mothupi Avatar
March 21, 2018 at 7:52 AM
oh shame this is so sad...so sad..so painful.im sorry.youl be olright.
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March 21, 2018 at 8:31 AM
Hi Lame, Thank you so much for commenting and for your concern. I have been married for over 26 years. I have never been in conflict with my wife. We have mutual respect for one another. We only fight over what flavor of mustard to buy. Spicy brown is best. I know I am right but don't tell my wife. She prefers the yellow. This was simply stretching my imagination and poking fun at marriage in general for sport. Have a great day. Earl
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