The Price Ain'T Right
Out the door
And into the car,
Headed for
The nearest bar.
Took a drink,
Tried to think;
Girl in pink
Gave me a wink.
She wants to marry?
Of marriage I'm wary:
Across the threshold to carry?
--My freedom to bury?
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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