When it was new
Her faults were few
Her beauty shielded them
And there was no problem
Then things changed
Thoughts re-arranged
And she looked evil
A scion of the devil
He thought of divorce
Then thoughts changed course
So he showed pity
To avoid bad publicity.
But soon
The door opened one noon
To reveal two faces
And bodies in similar laces
It was clear
He had confirmed her fear
That he had found a queer treasure
In polygamous adventure.
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