To Divorce Her Poem by Randy McClave

I spent fifty plus dollars for our first date
For the woman who would later be my wife, my mate,
Then I spent a few more dollars for her here and there
I even paid for her wedding dress, and her airfare

It cost me thirty-five dollars for the licence to wed
And then a few more dollars for our honeymoon bed,
Then after two years together, our marriage ran its course
I paid very little to date her, but thousands of dollars to divorce.

Randy L. McClave