Thrice
glad was she to marry him
Because he wrote such poetry!
And
tho’ he left her not a son,
She mourned his death exceedingly.
But
when she wed her second man,
A carpenter, they thought it strange;
But
no, she’d lived on genius long,
And now, poor thing, she wanted “change”.
July
18, ‘93
Pub.
in B. Courier,
April
8, ‘94
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