She has honey-coloured hair,
A friendly, freckly face
And an elegant figure.
She is everybody's ex.
She works hard, parties hard,
Her I.Q.'s off the scale:
But she plays the whole thing down
With a joke, and a smile.
She is welcoming and sweet,
Modestly flirtatious:
But behind people's backs
Her wit can be vicious.
She gives of herself
Without stinting: so why
Is this beautiful woman
Ingratitude's bride?
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I think I know her well - her second husband has cancer, but her daughter has married well, with wall-to-wall children and a caring career too...