Fabricate Fibs on Friday, consort coquettes
Daily, weekly, monthly and fortnightly till
Pockets and sockets of ribald rockets
In your erstwhile citadels of peace distill
Reagents, catalysts and debris
That undermine fine foundations on which relationships and trust
Rested with neither degree nor decree
But boosted bonds and repelled rust
Which love and trust in synergy
Wilted away and halted in its black and flak track
Because hubby and wife their energy
Traverse every nook to seal every crack
A domicile without dour docility
Nurtures to lubricate links that for so long
Hubby and wife strive in felicity
To consolidate because hubby and wife to each other belong.
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