What Is a Missus Without Her Mister
Oh St. Nick
For you I have a wish
Something big and shiny
Please don’t make it tiny
Make sure it’s the perfect fit
Or I’ll surely have a fit
I had one before
But at that time I didn’t know what I was in for
When I saw it in the store
It just made me want it more
Of course it was gold
With diamonds galore
With this ring to put on my finger
I’ll surely be his Missus and him my Mister
In the late of the night before, while the spring moaned
And oh it wasn’t the only thing that moaned
I was shivering but not from the cold
Beau left me after
To ponder about my life after
On Christmas Eve I was a bride to be
But a bride to be was all I would be
You would think I was happy but all I could do was frown
There I was standing in my beautiful gown
Up the aisle I went
Beau seated on the right and groom standing to the left
Both looked their best
Yesterday was the true test
Beau is who I wanted so the groom I left
I know I’ve been naughty
To the groom I should have been true
The beau and the groom the two made a deadly brew
But with the groom all I was, was blue
For he always made me black and blue
So a beau I found in lieu
Some say I was a trickster
Cause what’s a Missus without her Mister
But beau was my real happily ever after
After you have read this I hope you’ll understand
That life with the Mister just wasn’t in the plan
Plans for tomorrow I’ll always have with the beau
But plans with the Mister will always go askew
So the ring please Santa, that’s all I am asking in this letter I’ve written to you
December 11, 2017
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