Many would marry rather a cow
With big udders much the better
And most of days she may plow
Ugly or mad would it not matter
Soon luxuries fill up the house
Stomach's full of dairy to brim
Pocket swollen turns the spouse
Opens gate for many a whim
Overnight he gets keen to art
Lines curves fitness and height
Resents and curses his life chart
Briefly mutters willing to fight
Better to eat bread without cheese
And hot onion seasoned with love
Sleep on rough mat beneath trees
Than wear silk in absence of laugh
Life is love co-op and respect
Warm lap kind hand of soulmate
Husband and wife highly perfect
Raising kids and theirs they await.
Kassem Oude
On Friday, June 10,2016
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