Thursday, February 7, 2008


Rating: 4.3
He must have been nervous waiting at the church.
She'd got through two husbands already:
the first stabbed himself with his pitchfork,
a careless yet difficult achievement;
the second, they say, dived from the crow's nest
to rescue a sailor overboard,
but misjudged it and hit the deck -
unusual for a lookout to leave his post.
Fell, jumped or pushed, he left her
once more widowed,
and Daniel, nervously, number three,
odds on for a suspicious end...

although he died in bed at 90,
presumably just good enough
for her very demanding family.
Wild Bill Balding
julesx 64 06 May 2008
At least she kept going with marriage number three, isn't life about the person you become along the way - being nuctured and growing with each episode in life moreso being allowed to do so freely...... sorry I am rambling x
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