We Wont Act Like That
Newlyweds in Michigan City trailng tin cans pause at the stoplight.
Car hauling distraught looking man on a rope races out of sight
You don’t suppose that’s her husband! The new groom said.
Oh yes it is, said the bride. He’s my uncle, his name is Ted.
But it says they have been married thirty years.
My Aunt Agnes is awful, she told him, thus, his tears.
The new groom stared at his bride uncomfortably.
We won’t act like that he said. She smiled and said “we shall see.”
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