Fringe Fondness Versus Finances Poem by John Sensele

If the fiancé to whom you gave your all
Should, at the eleventh hour, jilt
You, would you turn your back
On all future suitors to make them wilt
Or would you take it in your stride
And vow not to suffer any gargantuan guilt.

If the misguided man should later seduce
Your close companion who didn't know
Of your rocky relationship
Because you didn't want to show
Your foibles to your strict sorority
That you just couldn't command enough dowry dough.

If, a few months after your bird took off,
You found out you expected a baby
Would you, cap in hand, beg him to return
On knock knees like a crybaby
To restore some semblance of sanity
In case the miscreant might mumble ‘maybe'.