The Environment of Prosody
Suits not ‘Courts’ stand on Child custody,
Silly scratching up some melody
For what to a party is bloody
And might only excuse Threnody…
Its pains to father losers much stiff,
Court rooms they leave like some Child Thief
For - yes - a child is its mum’s fat hope
For Alimony - its dad’s steep slope;
Ex-wife for New Lover and mattress,
Alimony-Paying Guy for stress,
As long waiting for Child’s Eighteen Years
Better done in a mourner’s wear…
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Not always nice story: bank account
And courts do not seem to this count;
All about a man honoring
But, sure, the woman, coloring…
Oftenest child custody women’s
Till date what a compassionate law means.
Men remember the wall clock,
When it is time to doors lock
Or after crows of a cock,
Cocks comparing with a clock...
Some remember hung wall clock
To fast turn up in the dock
And show they can't A Court mock...
One would locks be sparing clock,
Who delays sees as some block,
Sure to be trying a sock
After picked sounds of Tick Tock...
One soon hardens like a rock
From oftenest looks at clock
Before slides into one's smock.