Two Mouths To Feed
Trish makes a go of it,
as folks like to say
Two small mouths to feed
with a third on the way...
Two husbands or three
She isn't quite sure
A mere ounce of prevention
Proved not a cure
The end's never pretty
when a man walks away
What will be, tiny new mouth
God knows, Trish will pray
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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