When Roses Hug the Thorns
Oh wifey, dear and darling.
Whom, I thought I linked my life.
Ran off, with our scheming mailman.
In the middle of last night.
Same one who brought the letter.
Showed, I'm fired from my job.
The boss, who docked my pay, and left me saddened, riddled, robbed.
She did use up that money, to buy an escalade.
Then ran my dog quite over, near the ending of last may.
After this, I tried the beach, bury my troubles in the sand.
Only issue was, I have an allergy to crab.
Now I'm sitting here at home, on my couch, I owe two payments.
Things are looking sorta bleak, and everything's so tight.
Perhaps I'll make my fortune, going on the Price Is Right.
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