He must have been nervous waiting at the church. <br />She'd got through two husbands already: <br />the first stabbed himself with his pitchfork, <br />a careless yet difficult achievement; <br />the second, they say, dived from the crow's nest <br />to rescue a sailor overboard, <br />but misjudged it and hit the deck - <br />unusual for a lookout to leave his post. <br />Fell, jumped or pushed, he left her <br />once more widowed, <br />and Daniel, nervously, number three, <br />odds on for a suspicious end... <br /> <br />although he died in bed at 90, <br />presumably just good enough <br />for her very demanding family.<br /><br />Wild Bill Balding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jane-1873/
