Little Black Dress Poem by Ima Ryma

Once more a widow I do be.
My husbands seem to come and go.
I hope there's nothing wrong with me.
But I do like my weddings so.
For me a wedding is a place
And time to start my life anew.
My would be husbands seem to chase
Me, till I pick one to be true.
But then does happen this or that,
And repeat decision comes up,
Time to empty my habitat,
And do the next do over, yup!

Killed another husband, so guess
Time to clean my little black dress.