Too Good

A Baroness, both beautiful

     And very talented,

Has just divorced her mate because

     He was too good, she said.

He was so nice in every way

     He riled her spicy mood;

He aggravated her each day

     He was so awful good.

If he would only use bad words,

     If he would chew or smoke;

If he would only stay out nights,

     Or spring a shady joke,

But no, he would do none of that,

     He wouldn’t e’en be rude;

And so she could not stay at home

     With one so awful good.

Say not again this world of ours

     Is going bad, my friend;

This action of the Baroness

     Proves just the other trend.

In fact the danger seems to be

     (Whoever thought it would?)

That man, the brute of other days,

     Has grown a bit too good.

May 11, ‘09