Oh, for the single life we grieve <br />when others nuptial blessings weave. <br />The best about the 'I thee wed' <br />is when the fresh-baked spouse is led <br />into the kitchen as the wife, <br />who'll spend the greater part of life <br />among the pots and pans and spoons <br />just dreaming of new honeymoons. <br />Though she will learn that being hitched <br />is for the girls quasi-bewitched <br />and when she looks at her two feet <br />with all the toes so pink and neat <br />she knows she's made from Adam's rib <br />Pure folly, all that Woman's Lib.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/barefoot-and-in-the-kitchen/
