T’was just a simple wedding <br />That led to the misunderstanding. <br />Seems the blade had sparked <br />The widow’s interest on a lark. <br /> <br />Wealthy she was, it was said, <br />Could buy and sell, many times over the cad. <br />But it was love he confessed <br />Not the money, she possessed. <br /> <br />“I believe you not” is what she claimed, <br />“Then give it to charity, ” he exclaimed. <br />“Never, my husband (ex that he is) <br />Worked hard to the gold amass <br />And I shall never be without <br />Even if you support me, there’s no doubt.” <br /> <br />Then give the hoard of Midas’ gold <br />To your daughter who is both young and bold. <br />T’will keep it in the family <br />As you and I shall see. <br /> <br />And so she did as was suggested <br />And here the issue could have rested, <br />Except for a small detail that must be known - <br />He wed the daughter, not the crone. <br /> <br />This might be the end of this tale of wedded bliss, <br />But vengeance was hers, whom he never kissed. <br />Buy a revolver and shoot the two <br />Was what she intended to do <br />. <br />But wait, there’s a better way <br />To get revenge, he’ll rue the day! <br /> <br />Blessings she showered on them most profuse, <br />Then packed up her parrot <br />And moved in with them, <br />Silly gander and his goose.<br /><br />Sidi J. Mahtrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-labour-lost/
